In the heart of your flag, a circle turns,
Twenty-four spokes in a radiant dance.
Each one speaks, in silent yearns,
Of truth, duty, and an eternal chance.

From Ashoka's wheel, a timeless tale,
Of ancient paths and modern dreams,
Where dharma's road does not fail,
Guiding us through life's streams.

First spoke whispers of the dawn,
Of love's embrace, unbroken, strong,
A unity where no soul's forlorn,
Where every note joins in a song.

Second, justice, clear and fair,
Its scales balanced, without a sway,
Each life...