Jai Mata, Bharat Mata, Gau Mata, sabki tu gata
Har ma kasam khai baitha tu
Bas uske siwa, jise jala diya
Jiska Gulberg mein tune kiya tha khoon
Wah re deshbhakti, kya tu dhakti
Kyun desh prem mein gaaliyan tu bakti
Bata kitne prasann the Ram aur Sita
Valentine’s Day jab tune gher ke peeta
Fascist on the street, I’ve got a
Fascist on repeat, and they’ve been
Crawling at his feet, even as
Ehsan Jafri felt the heat
An old man in brown shorts with a hand to his chest
He’s got something to sell
He did what everyone knows he did
And he lived to tell
Bharat Mata ki jai
Le bol diya ab trishul waapas rakh de
Please bhai baksh de,
Bharatiya ko baksh de,
Gaye Angrez, baaki saste
Sankat mein jo gaayab tha lo aaya ab sankat dene
Jo bhagwan kuch na de paaya ab aaya sab lene
Maane saara Hindustan, bas teri zabaan
Aur jo na maane, jaye Pakistan, meri jaan
Tu ja Pakistan,
Theek tere jaise kattar bhi wahan bhare apni dukaan
Sab dhandhe, chhaape jhande
Saare dukhi jab tak barse na dande
Fascist with a flag,
A gun and a priest
And girls of eight just disappear
The day his goons squads reach
He’ll raze to the ground
All the things that stood before
And then he’ll lay a fascist egg
And throw the mask he wore
Jahan jahan tune laash bichhai
Woh national anthem pe khadi na ho paayi
Naha dhoke bole vikas par
Petrol ki bu kuch gayi na khaas aur
Poore samay jo neend mein tha
Phir uth ke hua gumbad pe khada
Junaid, ise pooch zara
Iske liye kya phir Bharat baap ya ma
Samar produces music under the name New Delhi Revival.
Featured image credit: Reuters