Snow hills are thy coveted crown
The Indian Ocean wash thy feet,
The Ganges, Yamuna, Plateau brown
The prattling words of a parakeet
Enhance thy glory of the past.

Gandhi, Subash, Vallabhi Patel
Fought for freedom from bondage;
Now communal feelings are to sell
The Vedas are auctioned for political craze,
As nobody is endeared to thy past.

The slogan of “nonviolence” once was wrought
Lost its pomp and cast away
Of signing C.T.B.T. never they thought
Who fought for peace and passed away,
Everyone’s now ignorant of thy past.