The roads are wide with flyovers high

With places for animals also to pass by

Women at night with no fear of rape

Clearly shows my nation takes its shape

With monsoon, summer, autumn, and winter

The seasons move in succession

In the wake of grown trees, the fresh air lingers

And no protests and procession

No beggars found nor disturbed mind

Everyone sells and buys some good

The graves and places of worship bind

And lands of no toxic food

The rich do combine for a league

Bidding villages in a bad state

A village premier League

Where needs are fulfilled

No drought no problems of fatigue

They rewrite the slums' fate...

With jobs everywhere

And women progress fair

No fetus killed nor gender hidden

All taboos of backward thoughts were ridden

Through education turned my country great

Changed is my nation changed is its fate...

As Kalam dreamt will I dream

My nation will shine with its strongest beam.