With the passage of time, the candles shall burn out and lose their flame ..
The flowers offered with devotion, shall in the absence of water, get dry and weathered out …
The voices of protest both vocal and silent, shall lose their strength ..
But the ‘fearless’ ( nirbhayata ) fire that has been ignited, shall rekindle the flames in our hearts ..
The waterless dry and weathered flowers, shall be brought to life drenched by the tears in our eyes ..
With a burning throat the soul of ‘Damini’ and ‘Amaanat’, shall be voiced in the entire universe ..
That I am the Mother, sister and daughter of my Bharat ..
Respect and dignity are my birthright possessions ..
Bharat the country is my Mother ..
Forget about me, become at least the recognised worthy face of your Mother ..!!