The new sun, millennium new,
Rays new at Dong, Katchel,
Pray I, crown my India anew!
New with a newly hewed crown
with hopes of more survival,
Not so with basics, rather
new roles, responsibilities new.
That India which saw
so much of flux and turbulence
over thy last empire—
History of religions,
Of races, ideas and many more,
Pray I, the newly diademed
remain such in the millennium next.
O new sun, shine too bright,
To light the patches dark,
Haunt which the geography ours,
And shadows whose reach hearts,
Sun, please warm up our hearts
with new warm ideas,
Glow with such spiritual aura
that the highest peaks in the Himalayas
shine like a jewel on the head,
O light, traverse through body
‘Hindustan’ to most distant parts;
Each hut, each palace, each home,
Light them, do away with the dark.
God, we committed wrongs,
Blood spilled over,
Minds became rigid; misunderstood,
Pray I, o new rays,
Warm up them again,
Blanket up the wrong,
O new sun,
Shine with vibrancy such.
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