Is India's soul now trembling?
Takbirs echo, a rising tide.
Weary, perhaps, the captives,
Shattering chains, cast aside.
Gathered beneath the walls,
Prisoners, a living throng.
Lightning's surge within their chests,
Swords flash where eyes belong.
Did they know, those lips that sealed,
With stamps of their decree?
That silence would one day break,
And words ignite, fiercely free?
Beware! The soul now roars aloud,
See! The captives are unchained!
Arise! The walls are crumbling,
Run! For the broken chains remain.
Run! For the broken chains remain.
Run! For the broken chains remain.
Run! For the broken chains remain.
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