Who are we?

the land of the gods

Shiva's abode

we are children of that soil

Yes! We are Indians.

that gives breath to stone

who gives his life in friendship

Here is the workplace of those Ram and Karna

Yes! We are Indians here.

just a line that becomes the Lakshman Rekha

a straw becomes a defense formula

We grew up listening to these stories

Yes! We are Indians.

They get scared seeing their loved ones in front of them in war.

Whose charioteer becomes Kanha himself

That's how we are called Kshatriyas

Yes! We are Indians.

Where are the sixteen adornments of Shiva

Where are the remains of Jyotirlingo

We are children of those sixteen genders

Yes! We are Indians.

Where is the tune of Kanha's flute

where friendship stories are unbreakable

We are the children of that divine land 

Yes! We are Indians.