Motherland
O Motherland, thy name is whispered
In every wind that graces dawn.
Thy rivers sing of ancient faith,
Thy mountains wear eternity’s crown.
Thy soil is rich with sacred memories,
Consecrated by unnumbered lives.
Each grain bears silent validation
To valour that forever thrives.
Thou hast endured the storms of ages,
Yet never bartered truth for fear.
Thy soul has risen, ever radiant,
Through every sorrow, every year.
Thy daughters are thy living splendour,
Clad in wisdom, strength, and grace.
They kindle hope where darkness lingers,
And lift thy honour in every place.
O Motherland, receive our promise—
To guard thy glory, pure and bright.
With steadfast hearts and noble purpose,
We shall uphold thy sacred light.
-Dr. Vedha Surendra
