Quotes about india, page 12
Sonnet-To My Beloved Motherland, India
My India, I’m proud to be thy son;
My heart with joy leaps for being here born;
My soul with anguish fills for havoc done;
If country needs my life, let me adorn.
This is my land beloved, my Motherland;
This is my home, my ancestors came from;
Even an inch of it, I cannot hand,
Nor spare it to an alien for a sum.
This is the air which I had breathed at first;
This is the soil that gave me food to eat;
This is the water which appeased my thirst;
This is the place that gave me my heart-beat.
My India, who canst challenge thy state?
My blood is thine for any future date.
poem by John Celes
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Sonnet: Song in Memory of the Kargil-heros
O youthful soldiers of the Kargil-war!
Though some are dead, you now live in our heart;
What valor you display’d in hills afar!
By climbing mountain-sides steep with great art.
O glorious soldiers of Mother India!
Slept you eternally to make us sleep;
Shedding your blood in Himalaya;
The valley’s waters have turned blood-red, deep.
O mighty sons of sacred Indian soil
Our Mother India is proud of you all;
We cannot forget your sacrifice/ toil
By dying, you’ve preserved our frontier wall.
No more will our foes try getting across;
Your brothers too are ever-ready because.
7-25-2000
poem by John Celes
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Honour The Womenfolk
King Ravana stole Sita from the jungle
to take revenge for the insult
brought about to his sister;
but in molesting her he did bungle.
And Valmiki had a story for an epic.
The invaders on India for her gold,
had a kick towards the wives of kings
who were defeated or killed in the wars.
They coveted and drove them to their harem.
No Muslim poet wrote any epic to adore them.
Ravana is worshipped as a god
still in some rural parts of North India.
The Muslim men in Ladakh and elsewhere
love the girls of other cults, convert,
marry them to add to their list of wives.
They could not be heroes of even ditties.
poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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Bharata kahara
India that is bharat kahara
we the people of india karuchhe
kama kaha pain
kie kahaku kana dele
paila kana kie kahathu.
aryabarta bharata rahila kauthi
khojibaku jai pherichhi ki kie
amara sahamti amara sanhati
amara bhasa amara sahitya sanskruti
amathu kie neuchhi chhadai.
ame samajbadi ame sarbabhouma
eita nuhen ki bhrama
bharatara sadharana lokatie
paichhi kebe byaktira sammana
achhi ki chintare chetanare biswasare dharma.
kuade gala samajika arthanaitika
rajanaitika au au jete jete nyaya
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poem by Gajanan Mishra
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A true Of universal
Some budy
Told
I am india...N...
S ome budy told...
Some time i am indian...
On school
Prayer time time told
I am indian...
But...
I did not feel
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poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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To India
O INDIA, India, O my lovely land —
At whose sweet throat the greedy English Snake,
With fangs and lips that suck and never slake,
Clings, while around thee, band by stifling band,
The loathsome Shape twists, chaining foot and hand —
O from this death-swoon must thou never wake,
From limbs enfranchised these foul fetters to shake,
And, proud among the nations, to rise and stand?
Nay, but thine eyes, thine eyes, wherein there stays
The patience of that august Faith that scorns
The tinsel creed of Christ, dream still and gaze,
Where, not within the timeless east and haze,
The haunt of that wan moon with fading horns,
There breaks the first of Himalayan morns!
poem by Francis William Lauderdale Adams
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Happy Doctor's Day,2012! ' Let All Indians Say Today
Respect the white coat that all doctors wear;
Respect the stethoscope with which they hear;
Respect the prescriptions they write and tear;
Respect all doctors for they truly care!
To treat diseases, some doctors do dare;
They try their best for all patients to fare;
Some of them are doyens, pioneers rare;
Some do miraculous feats, at which all stare!
Wish doctors all, ‘A Happy Doctors Day! '
Thank them for their hard work and pray today;
Remember, they keep diseases at bay;
Most doctors do their jobs in noble way!
'Happy Doctor's Day,2012 in INDIA! '
From a Doctor Dean, Medical Teacher and Poet
IRT PMC&H & RTS, Perundurai, TN., India
Copyright by Dr John Celes 01-06-2012
poem by John Celes
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India Dreams
India dreams
Unlike never before.
She is sandwiched between
A glory lost and a gory imminent for future.
A painter comes with a fresh brush and a great vision!
But there is no canvas to paint.
The politician speaks aloud till he sweats
And a crowd listens to him in all dismay.
Commoners may soon perish
As the rulers are ever to write their fate.
The motor man cursed rambler
Roams on the road to nowhere.
The laid spirits of Gandhi and Gulzarilal
Cannot rise from the ashes fossil-ed by time.
The trumpets are heard
While the hunger laden flock of men pulls the cart
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poem by M.d Dinesh Nair
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The fate line of India
Poverty is the fate line of India.
It runs all along from the Cape Comarine
Through Deccan Plateau and the Ganges Plain
Till Kashmir valleys and the Himalayas.
So fertile has been this fate line for long,
It has been the base for the Lord Buddha, Mahavir and Sankara to take births.
By this, M.K. Gandhi turned Mahatma.
Rulers would surrender the border line
But not the fate line, which is their life line.
The kingpins aided by the world outside,
Repair it and maintain it and use it.
Poverty is the fate line of India.
It has been the pet of the invaders,
Rulers, religions and the immigrants.
It must be there to make many sages.
06.03.2012
[In palm history, fate line determines the destiny of the individual]
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Phallic Symbols
i love italy, i love Peninsular Malaysia
I love the Scandinavian Peninsula,
i love India, Africa and South America
they are phallic symbols
sticking out of great continents
each holding a bag of fertile cultures
to impregnate our adventurous minds
that dart round to feel God's greatness
I love Siva, I love her Pavita
Lingam and Oni that help circulate
the melting pot of fertile cultures
I love Italy, I love Peninsular Malaysia
India, Africa, S America and the Scandinavian Peninsula
they are phallic symbols
fertilising the thoughts for things
adventurous, and physical
forgive me if i have missed you
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poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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