Tu muslim, mai hindu,
Tu sikh, mai isaai.
Alag hai tu, alag hoon mai.
Alag hai ye kambakht zaat humari.
Bas ye kehte, bas ye karte
nikal gaya ye samay sara.
Mar rahe hai jawaan is desh ke,
Sarhad pe humari raksha ke liye,
Aur logo ke paas waqt tak nahi puchne
ko ke us sainik ko aakhir kisi ne kyun mara?
Mazak bana rakha hai mere
is desh ko kuch logo ne.
Sawaal uthaate hai humare un
veeron ke kurbaani par.
Aisa karte waqt kya kabhi tumhare
zameer ne tumhe nahi pukara?
Nazre tiki hai duniya ki aj humpar.
Kabhi ye socha hai tumne ke
Kaise varchasva kayam rakhna hai
hume humare is desh ka
jispar itna naaz hai hum karte?
Kabtak is bhed bhav ke keechad
me doobki lagaoge, kab tak puri
duniya ke nazro me hume giraoge?
Jao, girebaan me jhaanko kabhi
khud ke, aur batao kya kiya hai
tumne apne vatan ke liye jispar
tumhe naaz ho?
Karm kiye tumne aise hai
ke khade ho jao gar tum
sagar ke is oor toh wo bhi
badal de apna kinara.
Nafrat ki aag me jalna band karo,
mohabbat ki raah apnao, luft hai alag uska,
mehsoos karo kabhi is ehsaas ko,
ye vatan hai mera, ye vatan hai tumhara.
Bachpan se ye hi kehte ho na, bhul gaye?
Saare jahan se acha, Hindustan humara.
– Hum bulbulein hai iski, ye gulsitaan humara.
– Abhishek Gupta.