The mighty gate stands tall, reaching the moon. Dazzling in the darkness of night, telling thousands of stories of bravery and sacrifice.
Sometimes though, the borrowed light goes out, and India seems to be in darkness
And the evil forces in the sky can be seen
It is then when the picnic spot changes to a revolutionary one
The city of power demands it, powerfully
To break the chains to free the Might
And it shines again