Motherland

Making our motherland free,

Is our intoxication.

That asks for always perfection.

Eternal time passes with trepidation, making others awake and fall in affection.

Falling brings dewdrops of million pounds,

Which makes a sweet sound.

That's waves up to a distance,

But destiny is our heart,

In it, the saffron vibrates,

Making others awake and celebrate.

Celebrate the festival of freedom,

With these sweets of 3D ambition.

Dissolving the current system to perdition.

Bringing democracy after filtration,

By the youth who are full of revolution.

For bringing back the glory of our Nation.