A whisper of the damp wind
That smells of mud and rain
Sending the watchful cuckoo
Into trills of seasonal delight
And the joyous peacock
To spread its feathers
In a glorious fanfare
Of colour and grace
It is the time for the dance
Commemorating the Indian nation

The pride of being an Indian
Flourishes with the flag's
Rampant display of colour,
Courage and dignity
In a season dry with doubt
Cynicism, panic and distrust
Fanned by fiends of terror
Dividing forces, fanaticism
It is the moment to beat the breast
Celebrating my Indian blood

The rivers, the mountains
The seas, forests and plains
Its rich soil, people and places
The nurturing life's breath
Witness to the span of history
Festivity and celebrations
Exhibiting a welcoming smile
With a hand-folded namaste
I stand tall with confidence
Blessed to be a fearless Indian