Thousand years of bondage.
ruthless chains that take,
you to the deepest down;
from the highest rule.
from the glory that enlighten
to the misery downfall.
of thousand year;
Oh!! Mother.
Thousand years of dearth.
stormy cloud that darken,
of this 'land imperious.'
drown of tears intolerant.
Golden bird paled and
the crow queen that lost;
with the age golden.
oh!! Dear Mother.
Thousand years of red
and the lasting curse
of suffering ; from the peak
to weak in a thousand.
aim to destroy
but race survive.
this thousand years,
of fear; oh!! Mother.
Now time to regain.
again time to rise.
which we hold centuries
to centuries; that faith
preserve; takes its height.
greater than past.
time to awake.
again glory awaits,
now; everlasting victory.
oh!!! Mother 'INDIA.'
©astrophel
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