My dear Indians, what justice is this we see,
For centuries we've gathered, striving to be free.
With unity and growth, our efforts sincere,
Yet today, our plight is painfully clear.

Mughals flayed our ancestors, their cruelty vast,
Tortured and raped, forced changes in faith, shadows cast.
From Persia to Afghanistan, then Pakistan's might,
Bangladesh and Kashmir, our borders in fright.

In central India, you hardly perceive,
The game they play, aiming to deceive.
Understand this threat, as they plot and erase,
Know your faith, rise up, embrace.

For the next 25 years, choose wisely with care,
A party for heritage and progress to share.
Divided by caste, language, and place,
We'll surely fall, lost in this race.

Nalanda once burned by Khilji’s cruel hand,
Now rises anew, tall in our land.
If you awaken, stand strong, and unite,
An undivided India will shine bright.