I perpetually dream of a country
Where happiness is spread among all and sundry
Where duty comes first, not pride or power
Where citizens get their grievances redressed by the hour
I dream of a country, where all
Follow the maxim, “All for one, one for all”
Where the golden virtues of equality
Are practiced with utmost sincerity
I dream of a country, where rising crime
Becomes a mere speck in the sands of time
Where women and children can safely reach their destination
Without having any fear or negative imagination
I dream of a country where religious tolerance
And human rights are given outright preference
Where there is a balance between the modern and the outdated
So that the old and young can always feel sated
I dream of a country where justice, liberty and fraternity
Are gifted to all, without any fear, favour or irregularity
I dream of a country whose art, sports, heritage and literature
Can be appreciated, without disturbing the so-called moral vulture
About my country, I dream of that ideal glorious day
But is it wrong to fantasise about it this way?
Our duties towards our land, if we, very well, know
To the world, the ideal country, we will certainly show
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