Contempt Fist

Breaking the silence

Saffron tridents

Trampled to the ground

        Now she is

        Bharatamaata  

Tightening the fists of the rights

Roared like a lioness

       Now she is

       Pride head of Ashoka chakra

She declared war

On wolves

And walked like a Bharatavani

        Now she is

        Inspiration, Struggle, Path

They will cut

River into pieces

Alder into branches

        Now she is

        Steel inscription on their hearts

        The flame of contempt

        A ray of light cut through the dark clouds

        Blazing door to new path