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Daivik Jan 27
They had nothing to give
To their motherland
Except their mortal lives
So they gave it cheerfully
Without a second thought
To see her wrinkled smile

These road on which we stand today
Were built upon layers of stone
And skulls of warriors great
This freedom wasn’t free
Of cost. Their debt we must pay.
Each and every day.

Two brothers fought
None won
Both lost
Freedom exacted a dear cost

As the clock struck twelve
On that August day
From heaven the martyrs cried
Their dream
Their struggle
For which they died
Was finally realized

The dawn was breaking
It was history in making
The charkha of time had turned
After so many years
A nation was waking
Up
Words' Worth Jan 26
No more vibrant bazaars with vegetables lined across carts
No more shouts of vendors piqued with anticipation for the day's sell
No more selling of fruits and poultry to the hordes of families lining near a mandi
I must be on the wrong street, my memory fails me.
No more spices being sold for a day of solace from the midnight cries of a mewling child?
No more rabble of vendors that belong on fields, away from home and from their wives?
Is this even Delhi?
Oh! Look a tricolor map on a desolate stretch of empty push-carts
Why does that torn flag that unites us all hang low in humility?
Where are all the people of the city?
Is that my India putting on a broken disguise?
The only thing holding me together is my dignity
This poem is my take on the Delhi protests.
Josh Kizax Oct 2020
"Perhaps, Martin Luther King never had a dream,
but he had seen a dream.!!!"
This is a description of my theme;
Rhemes of his speech gathered steam,
which stimulate and create a remembered stream,
" I have a dream.!"

Nowadays, dreams are not the ones you get from a slumber steep,
but are those that deprive you of sleep.
I hope that one day our countries will no longer appoint leaders again, based on their individual gain.

Apart from their political parties, they come from,
but due to one single universal party, we are all going to form
Neither, for the agenda of their race, color nor religions,
But with an organized calendar, and tremendous visions.

The day we shouldn't be interested in their background stories;
popularity, prestige, and their wealthy glories.
not even their power, pomposity storied-houses.
Despite being the lineage of dynamic dynasties,
but just a human being with the visionary eyes for minorities'

One who should not focus on celebrities and Hollywood Stars,
but will celebrate with poverty-stricken, take them as the stars,
well recognized as the sons of the Sun'
helping the country economy shines,

Am looking forward to the election days,
The national quadrennial event, Tuesdays.
our voices will bring impact through our votes.
When we shall elect mentors, role models and not our Idols,

Am looking toward the day the financial crisis will fall through
when our leader's mission comes through.
Focusing on the fact of where they are heading us to,
and where they are taking our dreams too.

The dreams for our country's bright.
Rights and freedom for our countryside,
the ease for our forefathers' long century sight.
I can't wait for that day indeed,
my dreams will no longer be just like a dream,
but actually, film-strip with its factual receipt.
This is a dream of which I hope will inspire all those who are seeking change. As we are going for our coming election on Tuesday 2, Nov 2020. I hope this will help you determine, and have you make the best decision ever when voting for our leaders. be inspired
Ujjal Mandal Aug 2020
Ujjal Mandal, India, 15 August

   For shame ! for shame !
The beings are not freed
Even today from
The ****** chain as the
darkness from the night;
They are under the same umbrella
Of Ego and Animosity.
We liberated our motherland
And we gave the Demon countless blood.
This poem is based on the Independence Day of India. All Indian patriotic brave children gave their life only for Independence from the ruler.  Finally  they got Independence in 1947, 15August.  But today here & there the animosity and riots pervade.  This is the key point of the poem.
Traveler Jun 2020
It hard to be patriotic
While most of our rulers are psychotic
All their crazy has no end
They lock up the poor
Whenever they can

I won't salute their blood stained flag
Nor bow to their angry gods
I'll take a knee with Kaepernick
Now that's a worthy cause!

The lesser evil can fight it out among their selves
Dark money and propaganda are proportionate of their wealth
Corporations of greed destroying our precious planet
A war machine that kills millions to survive
Shall we just take all this for granted?
Our one percent are out of control and underhanded

Standby for a wave of american immigrants
Coming to your shores
"cause it's getting hard to be patriotic anymore.
Traveler Tim
Dominique May 2020
i enjoy england

with its little houses
hips brushing, faces smushed
together to revel in quaint rumour
among gentrified lilies and pink
lady apples that blush in the summer

its walkways and alleys
dribbles of soft lamplight guiding
the drunkard, moth-brained and ill
with silk threads to a blind spot
of amber where muck can be spilled

the people on transport
with their airy talk, their mindless
silence, heads lolling idly on
windows, eyes crumpling like napkins
against the leaking crumbs of warm scone sun

pretty little England
where exploitation is vintage
and runs like rosé
down the dusty store windows

here we are free to stumble
down streets with sweat
in our hair and manic karaoke
reverberating off the walls
glee drinking is government protected

I'm quite in love with england,
this field of dew and white roses
fed by gore and sweet tradition
where fresh-faced, sunny children play.
Tayler Worley May 2020
I don’t just bleed Red, I also bleed White and Blue.
Those star-spangled colors might not run
But I know that mine sure do;
Not only for me but for all my kin under the sun.

I also bleed when a hero dies defending liberty,
Cause I know that Hero didn’t flinch
In the face of adversity
But stood tall not giving an inch.

I also bleed with those left fatherless,
Who bleed from an open sore
Being soaked with scarletness
feeling like they’re at Death’s Door

I also bleed red
Just like my parents
Who ask whats going on inside my head
To which I reply with blandishments.
Äŧül Nov 2019
RSS Anthem Đévnāgrī Script in Sänskřŧ:
नमस्ते सदा वत्सले मातृभूमे
त्वया हिन्दुभूमे सुखं वर्धितोहम्।
महामङ्गले पुण्यभूमे त्वदर्थे
पतत्वेष कायो नमस्ते नमस्ते॥ १॥

प्रभो शक्तिमन् हिन्दुराष्ट्राङ्गभूता
इमे सादरं त्वां नमामो वयम्
त्वदीयाय कार्याय बध्दा कटीयम्
शुभामाशिषं देहि तत्पूर्तये।
अजञ्ञं च विश्वस्य देहीश शक्तिं
सुशीलं जगद्येन नम्रं भवेत्
श्रुतं चैव यत्कण्टकाकीर्ण मार्गं
स्वयं स्वीकृतं नः सुगं कारयेत्॥ २॥

समुत्कर्षनिःश्रेयस्यैकमुग्रं
परं साधनं नाम वीरव्रतम्
तदन्तः स्फुरत्वक्षया ध्येयनिष्ठा
हृदन्तः प्रजागर्तु तीव्रानिशम्।

विजेत्री च नः संहता कार्यशक्तिर्
विधायास्य धर्मस्य संरक्षणम्।
परं वैभवं नेतुमेतत् स्वराष्ट्रं
समर्था भवत्वाशिषा ते भृशम्॥ ३॥

॥ भारत माता की जय ॥


Sänskřŧ Anthem Roman Script:

Namaste sada vatsale matribhume
Twaya hindubhume shukham vardhitoham
Mahamangale punyabhume twadarthe
Patatwesha kayo namaste namaste ||1||

Prabho shaktiman hindurashtrangabhuta
Ime sadaram twam namamovayam
Twadiyao karyao baddha katiyam
Shubhamashisham dehi tatpurtaye |
Ajayam cha vishwasya dehisha shaktim
Sushilam jagad jena namra vabet
Shrutam chaiva yat kantakakirnamargam
Swayam swikritam nah sugam karyayet ||2||

Shamutkarshanihshreyasasaikamugram
Param sadhanam naam veerabratam
Tadantahsphuratwakshwa dheyanishtha
Hridantah prajagartu teebrahnisham|
Bijetree cha nah sanhata karyashaktir
Vidhayasya dharmasya sanrakshanam
Param vaibhavam netumetat swarashtram
        Samartha vabatwashisha te vrisham ||3||

|| Bharata mata ki jai ||


Translation:
Oh my dear motherland,
I always bow before you.
You have loved and nurtured us,
Forever like your own children.
हे वात्सल्यमयी मातृभूमि, तुम्हें सदा प्रणाम!
इस मातृभूमि ने हमें अपने बच्चों की तरह स्नेह और ममता दिए हैं।

I grew up gladly in your civilized land.
This land is very benign and pure.
इस हिन्दू भूमि पर सुखपूर्वक मैं बड़ा हुआ हूँ।
यह भूमि महा मंगलमय और पुण्यभूमि है।

To my motherland, I salute repeatedly,
And I fully dedicate my mortal body.
इस भूमि की रक्षा के लिए मैं यह नश्वर शरीर मातृभूमि को अर्पण करते हुए इस भूमि को बार-बार प्रणाम करता हूँ।

Oh omnipotent Parameshwara,
As a citizen of this Hïnđū nation,
As a citizen of this civilized nation,
I bow before thy with full respect.
हे सर्व शक्तिमान परमेश्वर, इस हिन्दू राष्ट्र के घटक के रूप में मैं तुमको सादर प्रणाम करता हूँ।

For the duty you assigned,
We're prepared and up buckled,
For its completion we need be blessed.
आपके ही कार्य के लिए हम कटिबद्ध हुए हैं।
हमें इस कार्य को पूरा करने किये आशीर्वाद दे।

Give us such undefeated strength
That none can win over us and
Give us the softest modesty
That the world respects us.
हमें ऐसी अजेय शक्ति दीजिये कि सारे विश्व मे हमे कोई न जीत सकें और ऐसी नम्रता दें कि पूरा विश्व हमारी विनयशीलता के सामने नतमस्तक हो।

This way is riddled with thorns,
We volunteered for the job
And we shall beautify this nation.
यह रास्ता काटों से भरा है,
इस कार्य को हमने स्वयँ स्वीकार किया है
और इसे सुगम कर काँटों रहित करेंगे।

For achieving and attaining
Such high spiritual welfare
And such temporal plenty
Can only be achieved
Through patriotic valour
Burning saffron inside us.
ऐसा उच्च आध्यात्मिक सुख
और ऐसी महान ऐहिक समृद्धि को प्राप्त करने का
एकमात्र श्रेष्ठ साधन उग्र वीरव्रत की भावना
हमारे अन्दर सदेव जलती रहे।

The light of intense & seamless dedication towards our goal,
May it be kindled bright inside our inner minds forever.
तीव्र और अखंड ध्येय निष्ठा की भावना
हमारे अंतःकरण में जलती रहे।

May from your limitless grace,
This enlightened victory be ours
And protect it may our duty
For taking the national glory to the next level.
आपकी असीम कृपा से हमारी यह विजयशालिनी
संगठित कार्यशक्ति हमारे धर्म का सरंक्षण कर
इस राष्ट्र को परम वैभव पर ले जाने में समर्थ हों।

!! Victory to Mother India !!
॥ भारत माता की जय॥
RSS Anthem
Manish Kumar Jul 2019
Early to bed & early to rise,

makes a man healthy, wealthy &wise.

It's what has been told ,

by men who were wise.

But there are people,

who don't follow such advice.

They work day and night

even in freezing ice,

and guard in fields

where their feet get eaten by mice.

They are the soldiers

and what they do, is called sacrifice.
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