juhi, chameli, gulabo, rozi hun main
hu kanta bhi main, nahi kachchi kali
nahi samjho koi decoration hun main
mere bin tere gale me mala nahi
juhi, chameli, gulabo, rozi hun main
hu kanta bhi main, nahi kachchi kali
nahi samjho koi decoration hun main
mere bin tere gale me mala nahi
meri toli, meri boli
ab mera time, mera hour hain
agar hamse voto ka shover hain to
is flower me pawer hain
agar hamse voto ka shover hain to
is flower me pawer hain
jaago re jaago re jaago re
jaago re jaago re jaago re

tu kahta hain mujhko chhui mui
nazron ko jhuka main 18 ki hui
jhuthe waado ki expary date ho chuki
teri bak bak se, bad bad se main pak chuki
uthake ungli tujhko, main shut up kara du
band kar bajaana duble dholki
tujhe bana sakte hain
gira sakte tera tower hain
agar hamse voto ka shover hain to
is flower me pawer hain
agar hamse voto ka shover hain to
is flower me pawer hain

sir aapki to parti hain na
to aap naachte kyun nahi
ab meri baari, hatt be side de
main hu mdaari, naach jhmure naach
naach naach naach naach
meri hatho me teri lakire
mera fingar aur tera button hain
kala tika lagaya jo maine
bin mere ab na ki jashan hain
tera ticket bhi, tera vicket hain
country ka ham charjar hain
agar hamse voto ka shover hain to
is flower me pawer hain
agar hamse voto ka shover hain to
is flower me pawer hain
agar hamse voto ka shover hain to
is flower me pawer hain
agar hamse voto ka shover hain to
is flower me pawer hain
agar hamse voto ka shover hain to
is flower me pawer hain

I am Jasmine, Rose, a fragrant bloom,
A thorn I wield, no tender bud I feign.
Do not mistake me for mere decoration,
Without me, no garland graces your domain.
My time has come, my hour is now,
My words are truth, my power takes hold.
If votes descend like a cleansing shower,
In this flower, a story to be told.
Awake, awaken, rise and see,
Awake, awaken, finally free.

You call me shy, a sensitive thing,
At eighteen, I lower my gaze,
Your false promises, now expired and gone,
I am weary of your endless maze.
With a raised finger, I will launch you high,
Silence the drums, their boisterous beat.
We can build you up, we can tear you down,
Your tower will crumble beneath our feet.
If votes descend like a cleansing shower,
In this flower, a story to be told.

Sir, you lead the party, don't you see?
Then why not dance, and cast all chains aside?
My turn has come, step aside, make way,
I am the ringmaster, watch the show abide.
Dance, dance, dance, the rhythm now ignites,
Your fate is held within my hand,
My finger on the button, the path I create,
A black mark for luck, a celebration planned.
Your ticket, your wicket, all in my sway,
The charger for the nation, taking command.
If votes descend like a cleansing shower,
In this flower, a story to be told.
If votes descend like a cleansing shower,
In this flower, a story to be told.
If votes descend like a cleansing shower,
In this flower, a story to be told.
If votes descend like a cleansing shower,
In this flower, a story to be told.
If votes descend like a cleansing shower,
In this flower, a story to be told.