Till my very last breath

The moments when the bravehearts of Hindustan
Throbbed with courage and passion for their motherland
The minutes every Hindustani soul rose in pride
At the ring of the words, "Bharat Mata ki Jai"

The seconds when the eyes of every Hindustani
Blazed in fury and rage
The time when the blood of every soul
Gushed through his veins and out
And roared the name of Bharat loud and clear

When the clear voices, once muffled
Pierced sharply amid the British cacophony

When the humble Danda
Put the canons and rifles to shame
When the roars of Hindustan
Brought the British chaos to a standstill

When the happy clinging of bangles in the hills
Drowned and shattered in the thunder of firing cannons
Mother Ganga, once pure and sacred
Now washes over the banks in a deep tinge of sindhoor.

The soil of petrichor, once dripping of dewy nectar
Now soaked in the blood of her own children
As Bharat Mata suffers in silence, a hapless mother
Watching her children drop dead in her very own arms

Ours not one where impure blood
Mingles with powerful ink
Of high supremacy
Ours one where scholarly minds
Rise above foolish bloodshed

Let the sacred waters of Mother Ganga
Purify our devastated land and its hapless souls
Let our minds scale oceans and heights
Well beyond man's fathom
And tremble not, my beloved fellows
To express oneself through truth and freedom
Break free from those iron chains, my folks!
Let nothing stop your thought

I call peace, I call peace
For you must awaken, my land
To create history or rather,
Rewrite history at your best.

#JaiHindJaiBharat #EnadhuIndia #IncredibleIndia #WakeUpIndia #BharathaMatha

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