India, you are my nation
with deep devotion
I salute you!
you are a nation
with thousands-years' old civilisation
you are a nation
that witnessed the moghuls, rajas and the english invasion
you are a nation
that fought for the freedom from the english rule
where the indians were ridiculed
you are a nation
that got the freedom at the stroke of midnight on 15th aug 1947
a result of the non-violent fight with all might
led by Gandhi, the Mahatma
you are a nation
developing in all spheres
you are a nation
where politicians have a toast
common people have nothing to boast
you are a nation
fighting for equal rights to girls and boys
for the girls still get killed for want of boys
however, Sania & Saina shine bright
you are a nation
of tigers, rhinoes and the other wildlife
for they have no right to life
did i hear something called conservation?
the poachers poaching the wild...life, for a hefty sum
the forests getting scrapped out, for life in the wild is mum
the silence of the jungle is never heard
will it ever be heard in the years to come?
you are a nation
so diverse, with rich culture and heritage
forgotten by all, with time and age
you are a nation
living with threats to life of one and all
will these human-evils ever end at all?
India, you are a nation
there are issues a plenty to resolve
there are concerns a plenty to listen
there are applauds a plenty to cheer of!
come on! India, let us together reach the stars
You are a nation deserving a standing ovation
for what'n'where you are today in this world of different nations!
with freedom of 63 years, and years to come.
Proud to be an Indian...Madhu.
Showing posts with label Poems. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poems. Show all posts
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Tuesday, April 07, 2009
Two poems
RAIN IN SCHOOL
Shut the door O Sujata
here comes the rain
Patter Patter.
Thick cloud and darkness everywhere
fear and anxiety
Let us cuddle each other
And ask the teacher to tell us a tale;
The story of a Prince and Princess
And a beautiful land
where Rain,Summer and
Winter do not hurt people.
THE WICKED RIVER ------------------------------
The wicked river is full to the brim
And the muddy water comes
from where nobody knows.
It brings all unknown things from unknown places,
Also sorrow and anxiety
It was but dry the other day
Sleeping lonely.
The water was still calling kids to play
and now,
It is through better days but
Why should it punish us
when it is full of life?
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Last week I received a mail from father with these two poems. And surprisingly he mentioned that both of them were written by me back in the late eighties. Currently there is a debate going on about the poet - whether it Jayashree(my sister) or myself. I firmly believe it could be her.
Anyways please enjoy these two
Shut the door O Sujata
here comes the rain
Patter Patter.
Thick cloud and darkness everywhere
fear and anxiety
Let us cuddle each other
And ask the teacher to tell us a tale;
The story of a Prince and Princess
And a beautiful land
where Rain,Summer and
Winter do not hurt people.
THE WICKED RIVER ------------------------------
The wicked river is full to the brim
And the muddy water comes
from where nobody knows.
It brings all unknown things from unknown places,
Also sorrow and anxiety
It was but dry the other day
Sleeping lonely.
The water was still calling kids to play
and now,
It is through better days but
Why should it punish us
when it is full of life?
=============================================================
Last week I received a mail from father with these two poems. And surprisingly he mentioned that both of them were written by me back in the late eighties. Currently there is a debate going on about the poet - whether it Jayashree(my sister) or myself. I firmly believe it could be her.
Anyways please enjoy these two
