Mother India

A goddess, 

A queen she was

Held her head up, 

To bring happiness and cause

The most feared one, 

For those, who were vile

Always looked at her children, 

With a motherly smile

Protected, cared, taught, 

Nurtured them the best

For them, she fought, 

Sheltered them, in her nest

She wore a crown, 

Draped in tricolour

Held a book in one hand, 

And sword in the other

The epitome of beauty, 

With those valleys and hills

Enthroned as witty, 

With her sharp quills

She was so different, 

Yet so same

Held everyone within, 

To her, whosoever came

Then there arose a nightmare, 

Willing, her to defeat

She put a fight fair, 

Without backing her feet

She fought and fought, 

With her every cell

But, down she was brought, 

And thrown in hell

They left her to die, 

Doing all the sins

Still, she held her chin high, 

As she was a queen

There she lay, 

Crumbled and chained

Much to their dismay, 

All efforts were in vain

All kinds of miseries, 

Taking her to death

Surviving the immense torture, 

She took her breath

Then came her children, 

Did never let her die

Her ambitions for freedom, 

Always held high

They protected their mother, 

Hanging their heart

Fought like none other, 

Threw viles into the dirt

They didn't care, 

If they walked to death

Never let their mother be bare

In this devastating wreck

At last, she won, 

But at a huge cost

Grieved over her loved ones, 

And her children she lost

Today she stands, 

Keeping her nation strong

Her feet fixed in sand, 

Righting the wrongs

She tells a story,

Of her children, who found a way.

Who died in a glory, 

To bring us here today.

73 years of freedom, 

She's still standing upright

Mother India, tribute to you, 

On this day bright...!