What we have lost we will again find new
Sorrow is the nourishment to make love bloom
In the fires, these souls will return soon
These ashes, a new India will rise.
Forget the words of criticism; and what are called lies
Look to the words of the Gita to find all the love, peace, and purity
Understanding is lost in the minds of those who can't see the sunrise
As Maata Ji cries, her tears purify the waters of the Ganges
We enter another time of colonization of our souls' new freedom we hold
These ashes, a new India will rise.
Look to the flag safron of courage, the white of purity, the green of fertility.
As the Dharma Chakra walks these auspicious lands
Love is in the purifying fires of the cremations.
The soul released in the smoke forming a new nation
The ashes are the mortar to form the base for the flag can fly high
These ashes a new India will rise
A new life, a new determination for the mind
Peace, Love, and Purity again we will find.
©Copyright Thomas J. Dooley
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