Chardi Kala — the radiant rise,
Not shaken by lows, not fooled by highs.
A flame that sings in darkest hour,
A shield of joy, a surge of power.
P.M.A — not just a phrase,
It’s sunlight cutting through the haze.
A weapon forged in Naam and grace,
That bends all fear and hate in place.
When shadows creep and doubt draws near,
I breathe His Name — and slice through fear.
No force can pull me from this path,
Chardi Kala is my inner wrath.
Magnetic traps and silent snares,
I face them all with sacred prayers.
My mind, my heart, my soul shall sing —
Positive Force in the Court of the King.
