INDEPENDENCE

Years of pain, relentless rain 

Symbolize the end of Britain

Salutations to those noble souls 

Whoever flushed out those very fouls

A new morning gave rise to an identity. 

An assertion of individuality, prosperity, and dignity 

Fresh swells of optimism, calm, and peace 

Ahimsa and unity brought them to their knees. 

Oh, my marvelous culture and civilization 

An epitome of love and inspiration 

Even though I was not born then, 

When oppression ended and dirt washen. 

When rivers, mountains, deserts, pastures 

Rain, snow, clouds, and winds 

When trees, plants, animals, birds

And when a Manavam 

Breathe the air of freedom

And jubilantly yelled VANDE MATARAM.