Zalengam through you

Smooth ground made slippery with rain,
Cold tents that feel unwelcomed.
Ten mountains you ascend;
In tenfolds you shall receive!
For eternity, our nation will reap
The fruits you sow on days cold and hot.

The gun you carry is heavier than all;
By logic, and not in pounds!
They may sing while you weep;
You may be dirty and starv'd!
Body and heart weary on most days.
Your sacrifices paved way for 'thougts of the future '!

A future, a dream of all.
Where happiness abounds and where
One can breathe a sigh of relief!
Where love rains and with the wind
Justice blows; where one can feel
Heavenly atmosphere, we call 'Zalengam'!