Father of the nation, come back….
Father O My Father!
Come here to us so near.
Our tree of truth withers so faster
Come and sprinkle on it some water !
Father O My Father !
Your children are no more naively meek
To show their foes their other cheek !
Come, my father, lead your falling race right
Onto the flowery path of sweet love so bright.
Father O My Father!
Mortal war forever lurks in our shadows
Vernal beauty leaves our green meadows
Your sacrilegious sons and daughters run after
The vain guns and loony gadgets for no better !
Come here, o father, to wash their brains neater
For a chip and charger are not the merely smarter!
Now in my nation the dust and lust rule the roost
Come, father, and pat our hearts for a morale boost !
Dear Bapu, Come here to us so near every morn
Take your lovely 'charkha' into your hands again
To spin for your countrymen a strong fabric so humane-
The 'fabric' that's truly Indian, not merely 'mundane'.
Venu Mareedu, Khammam.