My Country Is My Pride

Chest widens

 proudly

 head bows with pride

 nostrils swell with pride

 when I see it

 waving in the open sky

 I love it

 with all your heart

 the flag of freedom

 This is my pride, my pride

 Gandhi, Nehru, Subhash, Patel have

 It is the matter of democracy colored in these three colors.

 The name of the tired three colors is not my country

 My country is not the name of the collapsed pillars

 The lips of freedom are the brightest here

 The most beautiful is the air here

 Suppose the soil is not fully ripe yet

 But there is no raw pot, my country

 Just look in the mirror of the world

 The most laughing child is my country!