What can I give you, my mother?
The care that you nurtured me with
The fire you wanted me to absorb
The damp comfort of your lap
How can I regain your honour?
I am a petted child of India

Oh sweet, diverse people of mine
This supreme devotion in every corner
The smell of home residing in you
I wish to be born a thousand times
For the abstract mother I have
I am a spoilt child of India

Bharat Bhagya Vidhata
You’re not being just
I took everything I could
I slept and ate and flourished
I roamed about, independent
No reprimands for this behaviour?
I am a favoured child of India

(The line ‘Bharat Bhagya Vidhata’ is taken from India’s national anthem Jana Gana Mana, written and composed by Rabindranath Tagore. The meaning of the line is ‘Dispenser of India’s destiny’)

Happy Republic Day to all the Indians!

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