In this tempest on world seas....

In this tempest on world seas,

Our Ship floats steadily.

Defying all mighty waves,

From hostile sources and mighty epicentres.

Perhaps, some killer storms,

Are trying to destabilize our Ship"s sail to a coveted shore.

But, we sailors challenge those killer storms,

Those mighty waves and ensure the steady sail.

Our Tricolour flies high on our Ship,

Adding to our indomitable spirit.

We dare even the mightiest foes,

Who are still gasping for breath after Operation Sindoor.

Our decks are wide open to friendly forces,

Who value our strengths.

But, let no one even try to rock this gigantic boat ,

For only they will sink in these high seas by such follies.

Our Ship is close to the coveted shore called "developed Nation"

With this unbridled optimism we get set to hoist and salute our symbol - our Tricolor.

Apne' salgirah ke' iss mauke' par...

I dedicate this composition, to all my friends who have made me so SPECIAL, on this birthday of mine.

Apne' salgirah ke' iss mauke' par,

Aap sabne' mujhe' yeh ahsaas dilaya.

Kuch apni bhi wajood hai,

Aap sabki iss shaandar mehfilon mein.

Kabhi socha hi nahi tha jiske' liye',

Uss bemisaal mohobbat ka ahsaas dilaya.

Shikve' gile' zindagi ke' bhi koi hisse' hain,

Chupi hai magar unmein kuch mithaas bhi,

Iss Haqiqat se' pehchaan karaya.

Sochta hoon agar aap sab se' anjaan hota toh,

Meri zindagi kitni pheeki hoti,

Iss soch ne' mujhe' jeene' ka nayaa andaaz sikhaya.