For years Indians were slaves
Then some men brave
Freed mother India from chains
Relieved her of pain
Didn’t think twice
Before giving their lives
She rose again and again
With her children, men and women
Till she became an economic giant
Of silly policies defiant
Yes, poverty still looms
But India will bloom
She will get there some day
In her own delightful way
Contribute we shall in our own humble way
To brighten the remaining gloom with grace
May she rise and rise some more
May she just grow and grow
She is worthy of being revered
She is more than a country mere
From Kanya Kumari to Kashmir
Her pulse we all feel
She is a work of art
Of her, we’ll always be a part
Preconceived notions about her need to be erased
For one day she will amaze
Underestimating her is a mistake
For she is wide awake
She is like a panther about to leap
With knowledge deep
British Indians in different walks of life
Are flying Mother India’s kite
Spreading their prowess far and wide
They are her pride
She does not believe in limiting genius with boundaries
She has known the value of freedom for centuries
Release all the ravens and doves
For India will conquer, but with love
Says my saluting pen
Independence Day is here again