On the beautiful veil of our Bharat Mata,
Now stained in red—
Children lost their parents,
Wives lost their husbands,
Mothers lost their children.
And...

Demons showed their devilness.
At gunpoint, they asked about their faith,
But they forgot...

For every martyr,
A billion voices rise,
A billion revenges awake—
Not just in anger,
But in unbreakable spirit they can’t shake.

Jai Hind!
We'll rise, we’ll roar, we’ll tear them apart—
With unity in hand and fire in heart.