Rustic Rustic inward benevolence,
Leeway glimpse in belief;
Fritter our impulse stint,
Inward the solitary.
Esprit padded of laxity hassle,
“At Daybreaks, A soul be extinct,”
Esprit padded of Cimmerian shade,
Essence era hang out for gnarly fortune!
Discard outlandish drape,
Wear Indian guise,
Bob up the plot of “Ahimsa,”
Need to grab liberty.
Shadows ran away!
Billows are Simper!
“Quarrels customarily says, Vellaiyane Veliyeru.”
Estranged canon ruined,
“Heed cloying call, Here and There,”
Decisively Nation rack up free rein!
Liberty edict India,
“No Diversity in myth, All are balanced,”
“Contention by Mahatma, Bearing makes me ‘demise’ but
‘flame’ on my National Flag won’t Succumb, Jai Hind.”