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
The cart named democracy!
Indians glorify the machinery Once more;
India dreams once for all
Of a life that can tread on still.
poem by M.d Dinesh Nair
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India
India, India, India
India, India, clarified butter from the holy cow
India, India, India
I'm a pauper bereft of spiritual vision
Looking for a guru such a decision
India, India, India
Clarified butter from the holy cow
India, India, India
I'm a conscious consumer
but there's nothing to consume
Lotus flowers are still in bloom in
India, India, India
India, India, clarified butter from the holy cow
India, India, India
India, India
India, India
song performed by by X-Ray Spex
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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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Shri. Pranab Mukherjee, the New Prez of India
Democracy has always proved the fact -
The better man does win the voters' hearts;
The better statesman gains a clear mandate;
The better leader turns victorious.
India's new President has won the race
To Rashtrapathi Bhavan in great style;
Deserving win for Pranab Mukherjee -
An elderly man with great energy!
The congressman is now first citizen!
Six decades of politics paid off well!
An administrator par excellence;
A man with many feathers in his cap!
A glorious peak for a politician!
A mighty man of mettle's lofty lift!
A great reward for one with immense grit;
An adorable Indian with fine wit!
Kudos to India's thirteenth President!
May he live long and reign God-willingly!
May he fulfill the Indians' cherished dreams!
May he make India powerful and great!
"Well done parliamentarian, Congrats! "
Copyright by Dr John Celes 25-07-'12
poem by John Celes
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The Little Lady Of The Bullock Cart
Now is the time when India is gay
With wedding parties; and the radiant throngs
Seem like a scattered rainbow taking part
In human pleasures. Dressed in bright array,
They fling upon the bride their wreaths of songs-
The Little Lady of the Bullock Cart.
Here is the temple ready for the rite:
The large-eyed bullocks halt; and waiting arms
Lift down the bride. All India's curious art
Speaks in the gems with which she is bedight,
And in the robes which hide her sweet alarms-
The Little Lady of the Bullock Cart.
This is her day of days: her splendid hour
When joy is hers, though love is all unknown.
It has not dawned upon her childish heart.
But human triumph, in a temporal power,
Has crowned her queen upon a one-day throne-
The Little Lady of the Bullock Cart.
Ah, Little Lady! What will be your fate?
So long, so long, the outward-reaching years:
So brief the joy of this elusive part;
So frail the shoulders for the loads that wait:
So bitter salt the virgin widow's tears-
O Little Lady of the Bullock Cart.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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60th Republic Day Celebrations in India
I’m proud to be Indian;
I love my motherland;
I breathe air that is free
and till the soil, my land!
I hoist the tricolor,
atop the mast so tall –
a beauty Indians all
can watch with pride and awe!
I think about the past –
the lives that had been lost;
The blood for freedom shed,
and freedom-fighters dead!
My India looks so great,
for sixty years till date;
How Gandhi changed our fate
is told by India Gate!
The freedom I enjoy
since when I was a boy,
got by sacrifice, toil,
and burning mid-night oil!
This heritage of mine
has always been so fine;
So is the warm sunshine,
surrounding clear blue brine.
Let Indians maintain peace;
Let global wars all cease;
Let mounting tensions ease;
Let cures come for disease.
Let’s make our India proud;
Let brethren all feel loved;
Let’s unite against foes
that cause our daily woes!
May God bless India
o’er years that lie ahead!
May Indian keep his head
high and work hard instead!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 1-26-2009
poem by John Celes
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The Gandhihood....
You gave us a simple man, full of kindness
humblest and with godly bless
not a lord
owning his own soul like power
you like us, we poorest of poor
the real Indians..........
we like you Bapu, you only know us....
(they not know us... we are really Indians..)
the father of poorest of poor
the light still delight us...Bapu.....
and then we have many 'gandhees'
but the Indira we loved her
a worthy heir of a ablest leader
Blooded to the battle
Born to for fight
Sowed the pride in our soul nation
Not to thrill of the fight
To die for a cause
Honour and the great glory
To win without a great life
lived for India.......
the great Rajiv...
the' new' India wants glory.....
he made a new vision for this nation
and Sonia the mother....
without a power
but all these great sacrificing.....
poem by Thampi KEE
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a new Gandhihood
You gave us a simple man, full of kindness
humblest and with godly bless
not a lord
owning his own soul like power
you like us, we poorest of poor
the real Indians..........
we like you Bapu, you only know us....
(they not know us... we are really Indians..)
the father of poorest of poor
the light still delight us...Bapu.....
and then we have many 'gandhees'
but the Indira we loved her
a worthy heir of a ablest leader
Blooded to the battle
Born to for fight
Sowed the pride in our soul nation
Not to thrill of the fight
To die for a cause
Honour and the great glory
To win without a great life
lived for India.......
the great Rajiv...
the' new' India wants glory.....
he made a new vision for this nation
and Sonia the mother....
without a power
but all these great sacrificing.....
poem by Thampi KEE
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United, we stand t
Sachin blasts; the crowd applauds.
A gold for shooting; we’re proud.
A.R.Rahman makes us bask.
India grows; so do Indians.
All these things are happening
Cutting across barriers
Of regions and religions,
With caste and creed buried.
Which has made it possible?
The Republic of India
And we as its citizens:
The identity connecting.
India must be there; guard it.
India must progress; serve it.
Be Indian and buy Indian.
Stand for and by Indians.
Divided by jealousy,
Exploited by betrayal,
India yielded to invasions.
The history must not repeat.
Identity as Indian must stand
Before any kind of identity.
Be there concern for fellow Indians.
Divided we fall; united we stand.
Janganmana binds us
As our National Anthem.
Let us sing it with the same spirit
With which our grandparents sang.
28.10.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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India What Will You Teach This World?
India a continent old trade vast
India rich in philosophy religions
India steeped in ancient traditions
India a wealth of diverse cultures
India wisdom weeps crosses centuries
India you are supposed to be proud
India you are supposed to share
India your heritage with lost world
India you are supposed to share
Wisdom a covet west has forsaken
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Romance With Democracy - 3
The freedom fighters cherished Romance
With the concept of liberty and independence
Compelled the Brits to liberate India,
We attained freedom in our own myopia.
Political freedom was the romantic dose
The new found notion was too much close
To our aspirations, dreams for future
That laid foundation for incoming disasters.
The rights bestowed by democratic polity
Greedily we usurped forgetting the duties
Imposed by it on subjects as the sacrilege
We only wanted to derive its full previlage.
Romance of Politician-criminal in nexusits bloom
Endangered democracy, polity of our dreams.
poem by Ratnakar Mandlik
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I was not great behind the counter. I had a week off without asking for it. Another time, we had a cart go up in flames, and we went out on another cart, which we wrecked by running it into the cart that was on fire.
India Independence Day
India is a nation
Pride and bright
Its not people or misdeed
India is extraterrestrial music
Music of India is for globe wide
From far and wide corner of the world
India is a reality of significance of life.
I am proud to be Indian
Serve my country to strengthen
Ties with globe far and wide
To the height of sky blue
I Love my India
Motherland of beauty -India
Visit once life time
Feel the love of Indians
Charming guys and pretty ladies
Scrolling down the valley
Life of freedom to it imagination
Imagination of love and joy
Experience of India is unforgettable
Minute round words of magical glow
I love your India chanting by you
Oh...Yes … I love my India - Jai Hind
copyright: 15th August 2010
Written by Ezna Stephna
Fiji
To mark - 15th August Independence Day
poem by Ezna Stephna
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Great Teachers
I salute to great teachers of ancient India
For their achievement and dedication to the services of mother India
We are greatly indebted and honor the sons of India
Bow our head for their rich cultural heritage left for future India
Think of a life without contribution from teacher
In fact he is our guide and leader
Best friend and face reader
Never his profession was made as trader
So is the glorious day
We must celebrate today
Pay the tribute to all those people
Who did glory and took us out of trouble
Today we are at top of position
With their nice contribution
We owe a lot to salute and remember
They are formidable part of our life and member
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Indian Democracy Can Be Truly Great!
If Indians can be patriotic more,
Democracy will thrive in our country;
If love for Motherland is truly great,
More Indians will get awards o'gallantry.
If leaders elected are more honest,
Elections will be held infrequently;
If people nurture civic sense and toil,
The nation will progress tremendously,
If love of fellowmen afills our hearts,
Poverty, illiteracy can't exist;
If duty to the nation remains first,
India can make a meteoric rise.
If women's, children's freedom is ensured,
The nation can forge ahead in great leaps;
If elderly are taken care of well,
God's blessings will be soon upon this land!
If people care for health and avoid vice,
Crime-rates will fall upon this sacred soil;
If love of peace and co-existence stays,
Exemplary will India become soon.
Jai Hind!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 15-08-2012
poem by John Celes
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Seldom Asked
A horse familiar with pulling a cart,
Doesn't have to be taught...
What that experience is like.
Or is in need to have details of scenes,
Described by those riding in the cart...
As the horse pulls.
A horse familiar with pulling a cart,
Doesn't have to be taught...
What that experience is like.
A horse familiar with pulling a cart...
Is seldom asked,
About anything the horse knows and has seen...
On a path that is daily traveled.
Those in the cart,
Seldom repeat the ride.
And few, if any...
Know what it is like to pull their own weight,
And others.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I want that India back
The Golden Bird
with rich culture,
Widely heard
for its treasure,
Remembered for
Great kings & great saints,
who took birth
on that land,
That dignity,
That greatness,
Now, where is that?
"I want that India back"
Rulers and dynasties
came and went,
But no one
too long remained,
Found defeated
and turned away,
Against its unity
and "Satyagraha",
That brotherhood,
That equality,
Can anyone return me that?
"I want that India back"
The relation
of teacher and student,
For which
famous was my land,
where youth
became inspiration,
And followed truth
away from corruption,
That zeal,
That spirit,
Youth can only return that,
"I want that India back"
poem by Kaushal Saboo
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Dreams
Through the misty swirls of broken thoughts
I passed the waterfalls you named unshed tears
And saw the single ray of hope
Piercing through the shadows of dark
I walk through dreams that are still yours
Fear not, for I tread softly still
Through the fantasy in your mind
I slayed the monster you named hate
With the sword of eternal light
Forged in the fires of pure love
I walk through dreams that are still yours
Fear not, for I tread softly still
Through the kaleidoscope of feelings
I saw the colors you named emotions
Mysterious black of unknown depth
And piercing blue of tranquility
I walk through dreams that are still yours
Fear not, for I tread softly still
Through the plush grass of emerald green
I ran through the field that you named peace
And heard the distant roar of freedom
Followed by the hush of calm
I walk through dreams that are still yours
Fear not, for I tread softly still
poem by Humna Hamid
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An Alternate Battle Hymn
To the tune of: The Battle Hymn of the Republic
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Mine eyes are wide and whitening in the recess of the dark.
They are still and fixed and staring and will shine no more a spark.
In dread of merely dying has my life traced out it's arc,
Will death yet set me free?
Gory! Gory! War is murder!
The bridge of hope has lost her girders.
Oh Gloria, you should have heard her
Cry of misery.
I've been FBI and CIA, a gruff DEA narc.
In the jungles of Columbia I fought the fiercest FARC.
We employed the smart technologies in our hunting of the Snark.
And the game we played was war!
Gory! Gory! War is murder!
Gory! Gory! War is murder!
Gory! Gory! War is murder!
And peace our victory.
So we planned this operation as a fine stroll in the park;
We'd cut out the poisonous canker as the eagle doth the lark.
Though we stumble and we falter we will always leave our mark,
And write new history.
We'll impose the new world order where our bites' worse than our bark.
We will gamble with the future like a circling vulture shark.
We are all the common soldier in the hell-hole that's Iraq,
And that's the mystery.
Glory! Glory! How much further,
Can you wreck a country to convert her?
It's the same old story – yet absurder,
In this new century!
Gory! Gory! War is murder!
Gory! Gory! War is murder!
Gory! Gory! War is murder!
In this new century!
-
poem by David SmithWhite
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A Newer India!
A newer India will soon emerge,
Like a phoenix from the freedom's ashes!
World's most populous country India,
Will be the cynosure of all eyes soon!
The land has sacred soil and heritage,
Where dwelt kings, emperors, seers and sages;
Where flows the many sacred rivers too,
Whose banks have towns of learning for ages!
With freedom got, just sixty-five years back,
The nation grew in leaps and bounds so well;
The future of Indians is pretty good,
If only perseverance continues.
More than a billion people live here-in;
The Indian brains are second to no one;
Our scientists man key centers here/abroad,
With contributions globally, worthwhile.
Our freedom-fighters have been role-models;
Our defence forces rank at par with world's;
Food-crops grown here are sent to foreign lands;
Our students train abroad to turn experts.
Our country has made rapid strides in fields
Akin our counterparts abroad, always;
Our youngsters have the verve and zeal for feats
Like any other well-developed nation.
If communist, a nation can progress,
Why shouldn't a democratic India?
Our strong-willed people can bring progress fast;
Let's learn and train from wisdom of the past!
Bring on the resurgence, O Indians!
We have the skills and talents aplenty;
We can surpass most nations in health, wealth;
We need to trust ourselves with new resolve!
A newer India will soon emerge,
Like a phoenix from the freedom's ashes!
The dreams of Indian youth will turn real;
With faith, we can move mountains into seas!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 15-08-12
poem by John Celes
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Indian Independence Day Prayer
Greetings on India's 66th
Independence day
On the occasion, I pray
For peace and prosperity of India,
For sovereignty of India,
For better economy,
For people's true autonomy,
For wellness of her citizens,
For rejoice of all Indians
I pray for:
Freedom from inequalities,
Freedom from injustice and poverty
Freedom from scams and scandals
Freedom from classification of people
Freedom from dirty politics.
Protection of human rights,
Better law and order situation,
fearless, safe, healthy, happy all Indians.
poem by S.D. Tiwari
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