A chronic note is in the air, The constitution has set it fair, The unjust for centuries done, It has cut off the slaving sun.
Freedom has risen to brightness, Progress has moved with steadiness, Fundamental rights in the constitution, Don’t bar anyone from restitution.
Religion, caste, creed and language, Live together as glorious baggage, I hail the constitution for its thought, Not the criminals who make it rot.
A poem from’ Serenading Poems Part One’
