Is it the fire that rages in my heart?
Is it the burden on the old mans back,
Is it the plight of my land,
Is it the filled belly of our corrupt bourgeois
or the whimper of the deprived?
Maybe it is none of this; but then again, maybe it is all of this…
Inquilab is the boiling blood,
steaming through my veins,
Mocking me for doing nothing…
Inquilab is my conscience,
piercing through me every time I stray away,
and think of myself before the other,
Inquilab is my mind,
yearning for change,
yearning for a nation, where we can all live
Together in peace.
Inquilab is my call,
asking you to rise with me,
take us from here to our destiny,
Inquilab is a dream,
Inquilab is an endeavor,
Inquilab is a vision,
Inquilab is a promise,
Inquilab is a warning, to all our foes,
Inquilab is warning; be on your toes,
Inquilab is a challenge,
Inquilab is a teacher,
Under Inquilab we are one
Inquilab cannot be quelled,
Inquilab Zindabad.
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