When the blood spilled for the freedom of our nation,
Shines in the true colour of its formation.
Only then will Spring return and breathe a new life,
Into the empty garden of our home, filled with strife.
Labelled as ‘terrorists’, even the young were not spared,
Happy, thriving households destroyed, nobody cared.
The memories of yesteryear cannot be reset,
Oh Delhi! How can we forget?