Kuch saal pehle ki baat hai,
Hum sab saath milkar lade the,
Woh bade angrez bhi bhaag pade the.
Azaad hua tha yeh desh, azaad hue the hum.
Par kuch bhediye hain aaj bhi hamare beech,
Bhookhe, beimaan or neech.
Ab aaj kis kis ko bhagaoge aur marte jaoge?
Kabhi na kabhi uss dayre mein apne aap ko bhi paoge.
Azaad kardo, apne aap ko is bhrashtachaar ki gandagi se,
Dusshere tak maar do Raavan ko fir Deepawali manayenge nai jyot se.
Naya saal jab tak aayega, iss desh me har koi naya ho jayega,
Agle saal ki azaadi tak poore desh ki kaya palat ho jayegi,
Darr ke simat jayenge baaki saare mulk, na ungli na awaaz utha payenge,
Bharat ki azadi duniya ke har kone me mil kar log manayenge.
Tab kahenge garv se, fakr se – Happy Independence Day.
– Dr. Suraj A. Dhirwani.
Hum sab saath milkar lade the,
Woh bade angrez bhi bhaag pade the.
Azaad hua tha yeh desh, azaad hue the hum.
Par kuch bhediye hain aaj bhi hamare beech,
Bhookhe, beimaan or neech.
Ab aaj kis kis ko bhagaoge aur marte jaoge?
Kabhi na kabhi uss dayre mein apne aap ko bhi paoge.
Azaad kardo, apne aap ko is bhrashtachaar ki gandagi se,
Dusshere tak maar do Raavan ko fir Deepawali manayenge nai jyot se.
Naya saal jab tak aayega, iss desh me har koi naya ho jayega,
Agle saal ki azaadi tak poore desh ki kaya palat ho jayegi,
Darr ke simat jayenge baaki saare mulk, na ungli na awaaz utha payenge,
Bharat ki azadi duniya ke har kone me mil kar log manayenge.
Tab kahenge garv se, fakr se – Happy Independence Day.
– Dr. Suraj A. Dhirwani.
