Hundred crores are laden.
Different regions and different religions,
Different castes and different colors;
All like the colors of the garden,
All like the flowers of the garden.
Gandhi, Buddha, born in this land,
And I’m proud to live in this sand.
And I have a vision,
A vision with a passion;
About the country’s might
To the Everest’s height
And in this garden let us bloom
To move away the world’s gloom;
And spread our eternal fragrance...