In a land enfeebled, gripped by plight,
A tale unfolds, profound and true,
A narrative of trials that few could construe.
The world was sick, in a swoon it lay,
A country's heart in shadows' sway,
Yet in this abyss, a beacon did gleam,
A story of resilience, a luminous theme.
Awake, vigilant, amidst blessings untamed,
Through lowered eyes, an eternal flame,
Blessings flowed incessant, unwavering, bright,
Defying the darkness, dispelling the blight.
In dreams' embrace, protection you bestowed,
On your lap, lovingly, our burdens you shouldered,
Through nights of terror, fears untold,
Your nurturing lap, a haven to behold.
Oh, Mother, dispenser of destiny's lore,
You removed our anguish, forevermore,
A victory song to you we sing,
Our praises like eagles' wings take wing.
"Victory to You!" the anthem's cry,
Reverberates through the vast sky,
A cascade of triumph, a symphony grand,
Resounding through the ages, across the land.
In your embrace, we find our way,
Guiding star through night and day,
A tapestry woven, destiny's thread,
In your presence, we're safely led.
So let the tale resound, eloquent and true,
In verses that honor, revere, and imbue,
With a poetic grace, the tale's core,
Glorifying the essence of forevermore.
Amidst the bleakest of nights, a somber shroud unfurled,
Overshadowing the land, a canvas of the world,
A nation lay in fevered grasp, a swoon of despair,
A collective sigh echoed, a heartache hard to bear.
Darkness reigned unchallenged, a veil of heavy gray,
A symphony of suffering, a mournful disarray,
Yet in the midst of this abyss, a glimmer of hope,
A spark that dared to shine, a scope to cope.
Amidst the stillness of the night, a tale began to weave,
Of resilience and courage, a nation's spirit to retrieve,
A tale where strength emerged from depths of woe,
A testament to unity, a seed that started to grow.
The night was harsh, the country's pulse in pain,
Yet within that very darkness, a lesson to gain,
A reminder of human spirit, unyielding and strong,
Amidst adversity's tempest, we find where we belong.
So let the night be not just darkness, but a canvas to portray,
The spirit of a nation, finding its own way,
In the bleakest of nights, a phoenix shall rise,
From the ashes of despair, a new dawn in the skies.
Awake you were, unwavering gaze so bright,
Bearer of endless blessings, a celestial light,
In your unblinking eyes, a universe did gleam,
A vision beyond horizons, a timeless dream.
With watchful grace, your blessings you bestow,
A river of goodness, in ceaseless flow,
Your eyes, a reservoir of kindness deep,
A treasure trove of blessings, secrets they keep.
In the stillness of the night, your gaze remained,
A beacon of hope, where all fears were tamed,
Through every trial, your blessings did persist,
A guiding star through shadows, gently kissed.
Oh, the unbroken flow of your tender grace,
Like a serene river's current, in every place,
A melody of blessings, like a soothing rhyme,
A timeless dance of love, transcending time.
Awake, your eyes spoke of unending love,
A tapestry woven in the realms above,
An eternal source of joy, a solace in the night,
Guiding us through darkness, towards the light.
So let your gaze be etched in memory's keep,
A promise of solace, when sorrows run deep,
In your vigilant eyes, we find our way,
A beacon of hope, through night and day.
Wakeful remained your blessings, like stars in the night,
Through eyes that lowered, yet gleamed with a sacred light,
An endless cascade of grace, a river of care,
Guiding us through trials, in every prayer.
Your eyes, like a tapestry woven with care,
Lowered in reverence, a gesture rare,
Yet in their depths, a universe did reside,
A world of blessings, where love did abide.
No wink of weariness dimmed their glow,
A steadfast vigil, a luminous show,
Through every hour, through shadows and light,
Your blessings flowed, a river so bright.
In the quiet hours, when darkness did reign,
Your lowered eyes held no trace of strain,
A testament of love, unbreakable and strong,
A refuge for the weak, a solace for the wronged.
Incessant, they flowed, those blessings untamed,
A melody of hope, in whispers unnamed,
A lighthouse of grace, in the stormy sea,
Guiding us to safety, setting our spirits free.
So let your lowered eyes forever be,
A symbol of love's unending decree,
Through life's ebb and flow, in every surprise,
Your blessings remain, a gift to our skies.
In the realm of darkest dreams, where fears entwine,
You stood as a guardian, a beacon divine,
Through the depths of slumber, your presence a light,
A protector, a guide, in the stillness of night.
In the land of nightmares, where shadows take flight,
You offered shelter, a haven of respite,
Your embrace, a fortress, against terrors unknown,
In your lap, dear Mother, we found our own.
Through dreams that tormented, and fears that did rise,
You shielded us gently, with loving ties,
A sanctuary of solace, a haven of grace,
In your arms, oh Mother, we found our place.
With tenderness boundless, you held us near,
Calming our hearts, drying every tear,
Your love, a refuge, in nights so deep,
A promise of safety, even in troubled sleep.
Oh, Snehamayi Maata, your love's gentle stream,
A constant companion, like a comforting dream,
Through nightmares and shadows, you guided our way,
In your lap, dear Mother, we found the light of day.
So let your love be a lullaby, a melody sweet,
Guiding us through darkness, every challenge we meet,
In the realm of dreams, in the darkest hour,
Your love remains steadfast, a timeless bower.
Amidst the haunting realms of dreams,
Where nightmares dance, like ghostly streams,
You cradled us, oh Mother dear,
A haven of solace, banishing all fear.
Through the corridors of our deepest dread,
You walked with us, every path you tread,
Your lap, a sanctuary, a fortress strong,
Where we found refuge from all that was wrong.
In the tapestry of night, where shadows play,
You held us close, kept danger at bay,
Your lap, a cocoon of love's embrace,
A shelter from darkness, a sacred space.
Through the labyrinth of fears we wove,
You whispered courage, your touch a trove,
Of strength and grace, a balm for the soul,
In your lap, oh Mother, we found our goal.
And as the night's terrors tried to abide,
You were the lighthouse, our guide, our guide,
Through darkness and storms, your love was our sail,
In your lap, dear Mother, we weathered the gale.
So let the tales of nights be sung,
Of your lap's comfort, where we've clung,
Through nightmares and fears, you were our guide,
In your loving embrace, forever we confide.
Hail the anthem of the people's woe,
A triumphant cry that begins to flow,
Through the veins of the nation, a melody strong,
A chorus of endurance, a victory song.
"Jana Gana Duhkh-Trayak Jaya Hey,"
Echoes through time, in night and day,
A salutation to the one who dispels sorrow's reign,
A testament to strength that none can restrain.
Oh Destiny's Weaver, Bhaarat-Bhaagya-Vidhaataa,
You sculpt the nation's fate, like an artist so astute,
In your hands, the threads of fortune lie,
A grand tapestry unfolding 'neath the sky.
Through trials and tears, you guide our way,
A beacon of hope, in every dismay,
You pave the path, with wisdom so vast,
Shattering despair, like a spell you cast.
So let the anthem of suffering rise,
A symphony that soars to endless skies,
In every note, a tale of endurance told,
A salute to the spirit, resilient and bold.
Oh! You, the alleviator of people's pain,
Victory be to you, in an endless chain,
You who dispel misery's oppressive night,
Guiding us towards dawn's resplendent light.
A beacon of hope in a world so vast,
You've woven destinies that forever last,
Dispenser of India's fate, a cosmic role,
Shaping the story of a nation's soul.
Through trials and tempests, you lead the way,
Uplifting spirits in the darkest of days,
A compassionate force, a guardian's hand,
Guiding us onward to a promised land.
Oh! Remover of agony, sorrow's bane,
In your presence, the world's wounds wane,
In your embrace, pain's shackles undo,
Victory to you, in every avenue.
So let the world bear witness to your might,
A force that ushers in day from the night,
With gratitude's voice, we raise our plea,
Victory be to you, for eternity.
"Jaya Hey, Jaya Hey, Jaya Hey," they proclaim,
A resounding chorus, a victory's name,
In the echoes of triumph, the spirit takes flight,
A song of exaltation, dispelling the night.
"Jaya Jaya Jaya," the anthem does swell,
Triumph cascading like a magic spell,
A cascade of victories, a rhythm so grand,
A hymn of conquest echoing across the land.
"Jaya Hey," they declare, victory anew,
A tribute to strength, to the challenges we've been through,
In the face of adversity, you stood strong,
Defeating despair, with a melody and song.
"Victory to You," the voices unite,
A crescendo of triumph, igniting the night,
A declaration of gratitude, a heart's fervent plea,
In every victory, your presence we see.
"Victory, Victory, Victory," they sing with delight,
A symphony of conquest, igniting the fight,
In every battle, you lead us to win,
A champion of hope in the realm of within.
"Victory to You," the chorus takes flight,
A proclamation that pierces the night,
A hymn of thanksgiving, a melody of praise,
In your victory, our hearts forever blaze.
So let the verses of victory resound,
In every corner, in every bound,
"Jaya Hey," they sing, their voices true,
"Victory to You," in homage to you.
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