People in white that shuffle along the streets
With sweaty hands holding words of power
And faces bearing expressions of emotions
Withholding the blizzard and withholding the shower
People in skin that wake up to see dark walls
With hearts making attempts at hoping for hope
As they close their eyes to make the pain bearable
For they alone to face the torture of the rope
But that was the past and the people who lived then
And now is the present lived by other generations
Then the people endured the anguish and suffering
For us, for their generations and the beloved nation
But do we uphold their honor? Do we hold their pride?
We lived then under the terror of some other foreign
But now we live under the terror of our own blood
And like it or not, it’s our own pride that we shun.
Suppressed for so long it’s time to strike back
Even if it’s against a power that has roots in our fears
Rise, for we are more in numbers and have a reason
A reason strong enough to overthrow false seers
While evil has no purpose and strikes for no good
We have the solid reason of upholding our truth
And hence we can change ourselves and then the nation
For what is the nation but us, Mother India’s fruit?
So rise children of India, rise to make a change
Change for the good and change for the sane
And just you wait and look, India herself will change
Grateful and happy, India will wield the rein.