Mera Bharat

O My Bharat !

Land of my birth,

You're my mother,

I owe this life to you.

Only hope in this darkness.

Stream of bliss

In this hell of wilderness.

You're Goddess, all powerful,

Kind, and so peaceful.

O My Mother !

Small and ignorant,

Though am I,

I'm your child insolent,

Haughty and arrogant,

That often goes wild,

Yet, you always hold

A niche in that heart,

Which chants your name,

And sings your fame.

O My Bharat !

Land of my birth,

Yours is all that's mine.

My likes and dislikes

My love and hate

My life and death,

My health and breath,

My beginning and end.

In fact, yours is all

That I call mine.

You're not just a chunk of land

Dry, barren and dead.

But for me you're living

Full of life, full of blisss.

You're Creator's own home,

His beloved city, His town.

Land of Rama,

Krishna and Gautama

Who have been beaconing

Millions for ages.

O My Bharat !

Land of sages

That walked this earth for ages,

Guiding millions,

On the path of enlightenment.

I pray to you

To bless me with your love

That I may make a sacrifice

That's worthwhile

And of some use.