Where the Aarti is without fear and her head is held high
Where Yash is free of Arpita & Pareshaant
Where the Scindiya Mansion has not been broken up into fragments
By narrow domestic walls & Maya..
Where words come out from the depth of truth
Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards Ayu
Where the clear stream of bhaang has not lost its way
Into the dreary desert sand of Dubey's lies..
Where the mind is led forward by popinjas
Into ever-widening thought and action , pot making-breaking..
Into that heaven of freedom, my Mittals, let my AarYa awake.