It is my own land

The future burns in bits

Our depth is not of the oceans

We all belong to the pits

The rich is flying higher

The poor is dying in slum

Heads above us decide the tunes

What song am I supposed to hum?

The sea of jewels

Is even washing away the golden sand

But I am still not leaving it

Because it is my own land.

The peace of white

shall always exist

but between saffron and green

there is a thick layer of mist

when did fights turn into riots

and riots into terrorism

not even the god knows

hatred can breed in diversity

that’s what our history shows

broken seems to be our tricolor band

but I am still not leaving it

because it is my own land.

Everything can be bought these days

Even conscience hangs for sale

Bribery broke into us through many ways

Anti corruption seems to always trail

They say machinery always needs oiling

So whats better than it being organized

Rate boards would soon be put

Soon a subsystem for it will be devised

And we all are lending a helping hand

But I am still not leaving it

Because it is my own land.

What strength of men

What hidden powers

Resources are never short here

To build the highest tower

Of victory in this show off world

Where developing is the tag we get

And we would remain developing

If abroad is where all our people fret

Change shall come from within

And for that we need a magic wand

Till then I am not going to leave it

Because it is my own land.