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Mera Bharat

Updated: Jul 16

By Tanishq Srivastava


Jis bhoomi pe liya hai janam isko pranaam

Iss desh ki mitti pe hume bhaut abhimaan

Jisne bhi liya naam hai diya sam-maan

Padharo maare desh Hai Bharat iska naam


Saanskritik dharohar, bhasha ke bina baaten

Rango, ka mela, diwali, ki raatein 

Eid ka ho chaand chahe Christmas ki lightein

Gum ho ya khushi sab milke hum baatein 


Rangeen si sadke bhavya mahal hain yahan

Suraj ki chamak chaand se roshan aasmaan

Geeta ka gyaan (ya) Quran ki numaish 

Itna khoobsurat, mera Aisa hai jahaan 


Unity in diversity, our strength so bold,

A mysterious country with history untold.

Legacy that shines in the stories we're told,

In this song about India, let the truth unfold.


Maurya samrajya se le kar Gupta vansh ka uday

Vikramaditya se lekar Harsh ke samay

Ashok, ki shaanti, Chanakya, ka gyaan

Yahan ka itihaas, koi bhi nahi hai murkh gyaan


Mughal samrajya ka aagman Taj mahal ki misaal

Vibhajan ke bavjood sabme ekta ka vishwaas

Swatantrata sangram, Gandhi ji ka sapna

Bharat ke tihaas mei sabhi veeron ka sam-man 


Vedon se aai gyaan ki dhaara

Rago me ubaal, javanon ne jab naam pukara

Bharat ka itihas, rangeen kahaniyon ka bhandara

Dharam ki hui jeet kaise adharm haara


Padharo maare desh yeh ek pyaara jahaan

Yahaan ki khushboo yahan ki mehfil-e-daastaan

Atithi Devo Bhava, Vasudhaiva Kutumbakam 

Itna saara pyaar tumhe milega kahan


Jis bhoomi pe liya hai  janam isko pranaam

Iss Desh ki mitti pe hume bhaut abhimaan

Jisne bhi liya naam hai diya sam-maan

Padharo maare Desh Hai Bharat iska naam


By Tanishq Srivastava




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