India, my ode to

India, my ode to

 India, ancient one, Goddess of the Aryan lands,

Invoker of peace, the one who forever stands

Victorious against armies of darkness and doom,

And ends misery, and her Children's gloom.

India, Mother divine, uniter of a billion hearts,

It's from thee the sacred stream of truth starts,

Be Victorious, valorous mother of us all,

And help us battle waves of misery and fall.

India, gracious Queen, savior of souls forever lost,

By the warmth of thy love, melt the gloom of frost,

By thy sweet tunes, babble along the coldest streams

And hottest deserts be rained by thy cooling beams.

India, luminous spirit, singer of victory's eternal song,

Chanter of the hymns of Vedas forgotten since long,

Provide us the strength to unite against those

Who dare to stop beatings of heart and blood flows.

India, valorous lady, make us, thy children strong

To hold each other's hands and forever move along

The path of glory, the path to truth and justice,

The path that would lead us to undying, eternal peace...

India, Mother of mine, bless Bengal's heart paddy-filled,

Bless Rajasthan's sands and Arunachanl's hills chilled,

Bless Punjab's rivers, Himachal's valleys green,

And Maratha's shores, and Kashmir's peaks unseen...

Make us worthy to wield the Aryan sword, 

The Dravidian shield along, forever to afford

To protect thy lands, from greedy foreign hands,

Along Tamil waters and Thor's burning sands...

Arise this day from your slumber long,

And make us brave, valorous and strong,

Worthy to be called children of thine,

May even galaxies your glory outshine...

- With a thousand salutations,

Bowing down before the mighty Bharat Mata,

Thy son, thy sheltered, thy warrior,

Anirban Chatterjee