Take me back to that hamlet of mine
Where the solitary Xewali still showers
Where the kids still sing & dance merrily round and round
Where the farmer in the rice field smiles at the sky
Adjusts his Jaapi, and still protects himself from the torrents!
Take me back to that suburb of mine
Where the siren from the factory still brings up smiles
Where the bicycles still crowd the lanes outside the movie halls
Where the school going students laugh at their own silly banter
Pick up fights, and still protect themselves from strangers!!
Take me back to that state of mine
Where the sounds of the Xutuli still gestures
Where the Naamghor, Mandir and Masjid are still divine
Where the fellow citizens sing in unison, pick up the hengdang
And still protect the nation – from the known and the unknown!!!