On the foggy Rajpath lane,
as there are floral showers from the plane,
with pomp and gaite,
we all celebrate,
our republic day, hearts filled with mist of pride, though the weather is insane.
The dense fog doesn’t deter our intention,
just becomes a part of the emotion,
when the army brigades,
and the colorful charades,
come singing and dancing, all along the rajpath lane, a real honour to our nation.