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 …
Blood of a slave, heart of a King,Shackled in flesh, but crowned within.Chains on the wrist, but none on the soul,Fire in my chest — Sovereign and Whole. I walk through storms that tried to own me,But still I rise, the Light enthrones me.Bent by pain, but I still sing —Blood of a slave, heart …