When darkness yields to dawn's tender ballet.
The night's tapestry unravels its hold,
As the Sun ascends with hues of gold.
Over the hills, where the sky meets the land,
A masterpiece painted by the Creator's hand.
The realm of dreams surrenders its grace,
To the brilliance of morning's radiant face.
A symphony orchestrated by nature's wand,
As the birds' choir awakens the distant pond.
Their melodies weave tales of new mirth,
Songs that traverse the length of Earth.
A breeze, like a gentle breath of divine,
Carries the elixir that makes life align.
Whispers of promise through air they disperse,
Awakening hearts from slumber's traverse.
In the halo of compassion's soft glow,
India awakens, from dreams it does flow.
From the cocoon of night to the world so wide,
A nation emerges with destiny as its guide.
At your feet, O guardian of fate,
A land lays its aspirations straight.
A reverence profound, devotion so pure,
In your presence, a nation's dreams endure.
Triumphant Rajeswar, the timekeeper of stars,
Guiding a nation past its trials and scars.
In your name, the anthem of victory ascends,
A harmonious symphony that never bends.
Jaya, Jaya, the cry of triumph rings,
As India's spirit soars on victorious wings.
With each sunrise, your legacy shines bright,
A beacon of hope through day and night.
So as the night's curtain gracefully unveils,
And morning's canvas with wonder trails,
Victory upon victory, the anthem declares,
In your name, a nation's destiny dares.
The night's enigmatic shroud takes its bow,
As the Sun ascends, a radiant vow.
Over eastern hills, in hues of gold,
A new chapter of tales is gently told.
The celestial stage, a canvas divine,
Painted with brilliance, a masterpiece's sign.
The horizon, a threshold where darkness flees,
Welcoming the day with a soft, warm breeze.
From obsidian cloak to daylight's embrace,
The journey of stars gives way to space.
A phoenix of light rises in splendid attire,
Setting the world aglow with its golden fire.
With every rise, the sky unfolds its story,
A symphony of colors, a palette of glory.
The shadows retreat, their secrets unspun,
As morning's crescendo has now begun.
The hills, like sentinels, greet the Sun's command,
Unfurling the curtains on nature's grandstand.
A dance of radiance, a ballet of dawn,
In silent elegance, a masterpiece drawn.
And as the Sun's tender fingers brush the skies,
A painting of wonder, before our eyes,
The night is over, a new world is born,
As the Sun ascends, a promise sworn.
Upon the canvas of morning's embrace,
The melodies of birds soar with grace.
Invisible wings carry their songs high,
A symphony of nature, beneath the sky.
Vihangam, the wanderers of the azure dome,
In their harmonies, a sacred poem.
Their notes like jewels, they freely share,
A treasure of music suspended in the air.
Punya Samiran, the wind of virtue's kiss,
A gentle caress, a divine bliss.
Through meadows and valleys, its path it weaves,
An aura of sanctity, where hope retrieves.
Nav-jeevan -Ras, the elixir of life anew,
A potion that revitalizes and renews.
Its essence, a nectar distilled from dreams,
Filling existence with endless streams.
A breeze of blessings, a songbird's call,
A symphony that resonates over all.
In each whispering leaf and rustling tree,
The universe hums with nature's glee.
As morning's ensemble takes the stage,
In their verses, life's essence engages.
The birds, the wind, and life's elixir pure,
In harmonious unison, they endure.
In the dawn's tender embrace, a story unfolds,
As birds in jubilant chorus, their melodies are told.
Their songs, like pearls strung on nature's thread,
Create a tapestry of joy where dreams are spread.
With each note, a symphony of life takes flight,
Their harmonies weave tales of morning's light.
Their voices, like poets, paint verses in the air,
A lyrical dance that banishes night's despair.
And amidst this symphony, a breeze does play,
A gentle, auspicious envoy of the day.
It carries whispers of hope, like a whispered prayer,
A benediction that scatters away all despair.
This breeze, a bard of blessings, softly brings,
An elixir of renewal, where the heart sings.
It stirs the leaves, it kisses the bloom,
A touch of grace that dispels all gloom.
As the birds serenade and the breeze bestows,
Life's essence, like a river, steadily flows.
With each stroke of dawn's vibrant hue,
Nature paints a canvas where dreams come true.
In this symphony of birds and winds that dance,
A celebration of life, a divine romance.
They compose verses with melodies so rife,
An ode to existence, to the miracle of life.
By the halo of your compassionate light,
India awakens from slumber's embrace so tight.
A land cocooned in dreams of yore,
Stirs to life as destiny's door.
Karunaarun-Ragey, the rays of mercy's sun,
A gentle touch that awakens everyone.
Like a soothing balm to a wounded heart,
Your compassion's radiance imparts.
Nidrit Bhaarat, the land once asleep,
Now rises from dreams so deep.
As morning's whispers and secrets you share,
A nation stirred from slumber's lair.
Jagey, India awakens to your call,
A new chapter of destiny for all.
A land that once lay in quiet repose,
Now stands with purpose as morning glows.
Tava Charane, at your sacred feet,
A nation's aspirations, dreams meet.
In humble devotion, hearts lay bare,
Seeking solace, guidance, and care.
Nat Maatha, India bows to thee,
A motherland in your grace's sea.
In your embrace, a nation's head is laid,
A land of diverse colors and shades.
As the dawn of awakening's light is shed,
India stirs from dreams to life ahead.
In your compassion's radiance, it takes flight,
A land reborn, resplendent and bright.
Glowing in the radiance of compassion's halo,
India stirs from slumber, as morning's glow.
A land that once dreamt beneath the moon's beam,
Awakens to destiny's whispered theme.
Your compassion, a tender embrace,
Awakens the nation with gentle grace.
Like the first light that touches the sky,
Your mercy's touch bids the night goodbye.
India, once enfolded in tranquil dreams,
Now blooms in the dawn's vibrant streams.
From slumber's arms, it starts to rise,
With hope anew, with determined eyes.
On your feet, O guardian of fate,
A land's devotion it humbly does state.
In reverence profound, it finds its place,
Seeking solace, seeking embrace.
With every step, a story unfurls,
As the nation seeks destiny's pearls.
Laying its head at your feet so grand,
India finds strength in your command.
In your compassion's tender grasp,
A nation's journey, its future, does clasp.
From slumber's hold to destiny's flight,
India awakens in your loving light.
Jaya Jaya Jaya Hey, the triumphant cry,
Echoes through the land, reaching the sky.
A hymn of victory, of praise and acclaim,
In your name, Rajeswar, a resounding flame.
Jaya Rajeswar, the sovereign of fate,
In your hands, India's destiny awaits.
A ruler of time, a guardian of dreams,
Guiding the nation through life's streams.
Bhaarat -Bhaagya - Vidhaataa, the dispenser of fate,
Crafting a nation's story, intricate and great.
Weaving threads of fortune with skill and care,
Shaping the land's path with a purpose rare.
Your name, a beacon that shines so bright,
In your sovereignty, India takes flight.
Bhaarat's destiny, in your hands, it lies,
A tapestry of triumph that reaches the skies.
As the chorus of victory resounds through the air,
A nation's heart beats with gratitude's prayer.
Jaya, Jaya, the triumphant refrain,
In your name, a nation's hopes remain.
Rajeswar, the ruler of fate's domain,
Bhaarat's fortunes you continue to sustain.
In each Jaya, a tribute sincere,
A nation's reverence, a melody clear.
Through the tapestry of time, your name shall stay,
Guiding the nation's steps on destiny's way.
Jaya Jaya Jaya Hey, the anthem does ring,
In your name, victory's song we sing.
Victory, victory, victory be to You, O Supreme King,
In your name, a nation's hopes and dreams cling.
As the orchestrator of destiny's intricate dance,
You guide India's journey with a sovereign stance.
In your hands, the threads of fate entwine,
Crafting a tapestry where destinies combine.
A dispenser of fortune, a weaver of time,
In your presence, India's spirits climb.
Supreme King, your name resonates with might,
Guiding the nation through darkness to light.
Each victory, a tribute to your benevolent reign,
A melody of gratitude, a triumphant refrain.
From India to the world, your influence extends,
A force of guidance that never bends.
As destiny's navigator, you stand tall,
In your name, victory's anthem does enthrall.
Victory, victory, victory be to You, O Divine,
In your sovereignty, a nation's hopes align.
With each victory, your legacy does thrive,
As the dispenser of fate, your power does drive.
Jaya Hey, Jaya Hey, Jaya Hey, the triumphant cry,
Resounds through the land, reaching the sky.
In repetition, a chant of victory so grand,
A hymn that reverberates across the land.
Jaya Jaya Jaya, the chant does expand,
A cascade of triumph, like grains of sand.
In repetition, the melody takes flight,
A celebration of victory, pure and bright.
Jaya Hey, the call of victory so clear,
A proclamation of triumph, ringing near.
With each utterance, a fervent plea,
An anthem of gratitude, a victory decree.
Victory to You, Victory to You, the refrain,
Echoes in the heart, a triumphant strain.
In repetition, the essence is sealed,
A dedication of victory, forever revealed.
Victory upon victory, the chant does resound,
In each Jaya, a triumph is found.
With each repetition, a bond is made,
A connection of victory that will never fade.
In this chorus of victory, a nation stands tall,
With each proclamation, it gives its all.
A tribute to You, the dispenser of fate,
A hymn of gratitude, pure and great.