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My dream India
The dark vlouds of
Time will rule
Rounded above the earth
Above our motherland
Thunders with loud voice of
Difficulty and poverty
Lightening with intense light
Of the national leaders
All arranged themselves
By shedding and spitting
Few red drops of their own
At last the rainfall
As the independence
After the first rain
Land become cool
The newly born
Buds in the garden
Grew up then
Touching the high skies
As butterflies indias grown
At the beanstalk of jack
Even now india
Be a developing country
Much to develop
Move to overcome
Still long miles
To throw poverty
Illiteracy, terrorism away
Hope for a better india
Like cape of good hope.
Time will rule
Rounded above the earth
Above our motherland
Thunders with loud voice of
Difficulty and poverty
Lightening with intense light
Of the national leaders
All arranged themselves
By shedding and spitting
Few red drops of their own
At last the rainfall
As the independence
After the first rain
Land become cool
The newly born
Buds in the garden
Grew up then
Touching the high skies
As butterflies indias grown
At the beanstalk of jack
Even now india
Be a developing country
Much to develop
Move to overcome
Still long miles
To throw poverty
Illiteracy, terrorism away
Hope for a better india
Like cape of good hope.
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