Indian Patriotic Poem in English
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Punjab for fighting
Bangalore for writing
Delhi for duty
Kashmir for beauty
Mysore for silk
Haryana for milk
Kerala for brain
U.P. for grains
Orissa for temples
Himanchal for apples
State for unity
India for integrity
As a young boy,
He lived in extreme poverty
And worked as a construction boy.
Even though there were no foods to offer
On the table and being a boxer
Was the only way to feed his family,
He never lost his faith in God Almighty.
Not a single day he missed to pray.
Until one day,
He discovered his special gifts.
In the sport of boxing today,
He’s a pound-for-pound king.
Within the ring,
People called him “The Beast”
‘Cause many boxing legends had tried their best
As they’d promised to defeat “The Beast.”
But none of them came to close.
By his powerful hands and blind speeds,
they’d suffered the shocking loss.
Manny Paquito is an all-time-great,
“The Nation’s Fist,”
“The Fighting Pride of the Philippines,”
“The Fighting Congressman,”
A “Fighter of the Decade,”
And an eight-division world champion.
He is my pride!
India is my country
we all are its boundary
we have to protect it from terrorist robbery
India is my country
we live here with peace
we don’t want piece
which will separate us from each
India is my country
we have the temple of gold
we have body such a bold
we will defeat our enemy who will come in our peaceful road.
Who’s to say between you and i
who’s right or wrong
so many silly little words
theres enough gossip,back stabbing
to character assassinate
the entire universe
of all the wrong
jealousy seem to be always
the guest of honor
from different point of view
who’s to say who’s right or wrong
it don’t really make sense
within our little world
when no body really knows
how life goes on
oh,the sake of mankind
instead of simply be considerate
and enjoy the the world
where suppose to be respect
yet it’s always fall behind.
When the sun comes ,nature smiles
when the moon comes, darkness cries
But at happy and sorrow ,at misery and grievance you are their mother following like the shadow all the way looking after me till the grave
the beauty of my mother land is none compared to any other land
the purity of your love is more precious than sacred amruta
the kindness of your heart cannot be expressed as the universe is vast
GOD should hate ,having created you so great
the diamond that shines becomes lazy before your eyes
But today the glory of my mother ,becoming prey for other
everyone have their way,vampires have their sway
none to see your welfare,everywhere became warfare
my eyes ,search for you
my mind thinks of you
and my heart ,beats for you
Where the Mind is Without Fear
Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high;
where knowledge is free;
Where the world has not been broken up into fragments
by narrow domestic walls;
Where words come out from the depth of truth;
Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection;
Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way into
the dreary desert sand of dead habit;
Where the mind is led forward by thee into ever-widening
thought and action-
Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake
Independence Day Poem
Fifty days of independence from you.
You that I am when finally I sleep.
Where colors blur into a muddy brown
and almond eyes are startlingly blue.
You are my context, my only clue.
How do you deny me when I am you?
My tongue curls sounds that you have made.
My box is of stones that you have laid.
I love you and loathe you, my lost is yours,
Your home and mine are foreign shores,
Brown as a nut, and as bleached as afraid,
we are the monster that you have made,
Slowly, slowly the ignorant learn,
Look at us, look at us, we are a thing apart–
Like father like daughter, can’t finish what I start.
– Tara Sahgal