O Indian woman!
Ye familiarise world now,
Beauty, brain, grace bravo!
Jewel amongst jewels,
Diamond outside, or inside dwells,
Alone and aloof thou adorn the crown!
Ramp they call it there,
Thou walk thy rise;
Bodies theirs as man’s prize,
Thine becomes our pride,
Answers theirs only worldwide,
Vow! Thine art from where?
Reveal they physique outside,
Thou bringst the unseen,
Invisible; O smiling queen!
The Indian fairy on the stage,
Million dreams brightly gaze
At the dreamy pair where the crowns ride.
Salute thee O conqueror!
Ye breakst bondage physical:
Realise the man historical,–
Beauty not only in curves,
Oozes also through deep nerves,
Thank thee O smiling mirror!
O solace to the billions
Amongst poverty, toil without rest,
Aastha thou come at last;–
The new daughter of India,
Burning as the only diya;
As if moon brighter by a trillion!
World now at thy feet,
Proud anklets jingle,
While the noise around mingle
In thy success cry;
Eyes thy never too dry,
And so many defeated; more to beat!
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