“Mother, see how the bird flies
Joyful, full of song.
I want to be like that, Mother,
How long will it be, how long?”
“Son, as the river is flowing
From the mountain to the sea,
As to his hive, unthinking,
Travels the honey bee.”
“So India is marching
Straight to her Freedom Day,
And nobody shall stop her
And nothing shall bar the way.”
“And you shall be free as the bird is,
Free as the air, my son!
The bars of your cage will be broken,
Your journey just begun”