The air I breathe my fellow breathes,
The cursed contradictions man never sinks,
Despite the differences that fly in the wings,
A nation we make as myrtle wreaths.
The grey Himalayas and the little hills,
The great green woods,fields and rivers,
And all nature makes a nation of ours,
This land with mirth our hearts fills.
We in brotherhood look beyond Himalayas,
And when we extend our helping hand,
We make ours a legend of holy land,
We no more just look beyond Vindhyas.
Let us shed all narrow mindedness,
And let us go one more mile,
To make all the world citizens smile,
Let this humanism everyone bless.
God did create earth in beauteous vision,
Just look at the free birds of the air,
They in glee travel wide,those birds fair,
But why man fails in this poetic affection?
One sun, one moon and all their ray,
We in common brotherhood share,
But human tears find solution nowhere,
Why man fails to look beyond the bay ?
Oh ! this land never causes tears flow,
Instead we share joys and sufferings,
Let human kindness submerge ill feelings,
With this great zeal let the world glow.
When the world makes an ideal home,
And all nations stand as mighty pillars,
When all men exchange love as brothers,
A paradise we carve as world's epitome.
Yesupatham Savarimuthu.
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