Up above, even the Lord of death Must be feeling lucky enough-- Soaring on cloud nine To see before his glaring eyes The philanthropic soul Illuminating the celestial beyond Like a bright star Dancing on the hazy horizon
Hung on the dome of darkness... Down, tears of the lovers: They are falling, trailing and flowing Flooding the dirty well Of India's polluted politics Spate in the Ganges must wash away Dumped garbage of corruption From the bosom of the country...
Let's hope another lotus blooms Out of the distinguished ashes of Atal's. Pray, his extinguished fires go aflame Burning out the eerie gloom Of the country, engulfed, Lighting the right path of virtues, Love, peace, humanity and social harmony...
