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.