Land Of Million Stories

She was born in blood, 

Loved by exploitation. 

Cursed by many empires, 

Plundered by the mighty foreigners. 

A dream to fly, 

A wish to sparkle. 

To drive out her foes, 

And to taste the might of freedom. 

She stands victorious, 

On the red soil of warriors.

She took all her children wrapped in different clothes,

Differences made them to unite.

Unity was what she dreamt,

Her children battled for her.

But she was torn apart,

None to stitch her back again.

She is crying every day,

To join her children with her tears.

There lies the mother wrapped in blood,

For her children had raped and doomed her.

Lest would they mean,

The proud words they utter

Bharat Mata ki Jai.

Let the mother rise up again,

With her beauty and pride.

Let her children chant,

Bharat Mata ki Jai with harmony again

With harmony again....