aazadi aayi bhi to kya kayam hai gulami ki rashme
janta ka jiwan aaj bhi hai sharmaya daro ke bas me
sharmaya daro ke bas me aazadi aayi bhi to kya
kayam hai gulami ki rashme janta ka jiwan aaj bhi hai
sharmaya daro ke bas me sharmaya daro ke bas me
jo garib the or garib hue jo amir the or amir bane
kala dhan band tijori fir desh ki kya takdir bane

sahu ki nahi neta ki nahi daulat ki hukumat aaj bhi hai
insano ko jine ke liye paiso ki jarurat aaj bhi hai
wo log jo kapde bunte hai wohi log yaha adhnange hai
ye kaisi sone ki chidiya pag pag pe jaha bhikhmange hai
pag pag pe jaha bhikhmange hai aazadi aayi bhi to kya
kayam hai gulami ki rashme janta ka jiwan aaj bhi hai
sharmaya daro ke bas me sharmaya daro ke bas me

kheti pesa ye desh magar aata hai anaj videsho se
har gaw shahar me aa pahucha bekari ke andesho se
godam me kaid kiye baitha koi kheto ki jawani ko
jaha dudh ki nadiya bahti thi waha log taraaste pani ko
waha log taraaste pani ko
apna vyapar badhane ko mandir maszid ko ladwate hai
insan nahi saiatan hai ye anjano ko bahkate hai
anjano ko bahkate hai apne man subo ke liye

ladte hai ladai subo ki talwar banakar bhasha ko
bharat ko kata karte hai nirdhan na bagawat kar baithe
isiliye to hi ye dhanwale kismat ki duhai dete hai
takdir ki charcha karte hai takdir ki charcha karte hai
khate hai desh ki roti or gate hai geet videsho ke
inhe lal kahe ya dalal kahe ye ma ko becha karte hai
ye ma ko becha karte hai aazadi aayi bhi to kya
kayam hai gulami ki rashme

The chains still bind, though freedom's song is sung,
A gilded cage where common lives are hung,
At the rich man's whim, the people's fate is spun.
What freedom is this, when the old chains remain?

The poor grow poorer, while the wealthy gain,
Black money hoarded, fueling endless pain,
What destiny awaits, in this dark rain?

No savior's hand, no leader's guiding light,
But wealth's dominion, ruling day and night,
Where money reigns, and hope takes bitter flight.
To merely live, a price we must now pay.

The weavers clothe, yet in tatters they must stay,
A golden bird, yet beggars line the way,
Freedom's arrival, what does it truly say?

The chains still bind, though freedom's song is sung,
A gilded cage where common lives are hung,
At the rich man's whim, the people's fate is spun.
What freedom is this, when the old chains remain?

A land of harvests, yet imports take hold,
In every town, a story to be told,
Of joblessness that chills the young and old.
And grain is locked while youth withers in the fields.

Where milk once flowed, now thirst the spirit yields,
To fuel their greed, they set brother against brother.
Fighting for self-made gods, the devil with another.
For self-made gods, the devil with another.
To fuel their greed, they set brother against brother.

They fight for provinces, with language as the blade,
To cleave this Bharat, a division made,
The poor must not revolt, or have their say,
For fear of the wealthy, they pray.
They pray to fortune, and destiny's call,
While feasting on the nation, they sing of the fall,
Of the land they consume, and the mother they sell.
What freedom is this, when the old chains remain?