[ I salute and pray for all who became the victims of the merciless terrorist attacks.]
Run amok the perpetrators; across the length and breadth of my country,
Howl the maniacs on crowded streets; damn ambassadors from the Hell.
Calm, cool the innocent mass; lass, chaps and frail old men,
Entangle in their daily routine unaware of the carnage ahead.
Wicked mercenaries as dissolute groups attempt to shatter the gentle life,
Wage they war for Gods' and Prophets'; amoral never know what THEY taught.
Pity, pity Hell's messengers; seek to hold the wind in a net you,
Thousands years bloomed culture remain unshaken until the Dooms Day.
Came and gone here many an invader; reigned centuries looting the wealth,
Yet we filled it with ant's toil as the wine in Cana Feast!
Bombs and guns never can frighten for walk here millions on formidable path,
Torched by the Souls enlightened; Buddha, Jesus Mohammed and Gandhi.
We adore our incredible India for our mother is she the Peace Messenger.
Chants a Mantra each one here, "May the world be peaceful and prosperous,
May the world walk from evil to virtue and lead the world from dark to light."