Poems on Indian Independence Day

Indian Independence Day Poems

BEAUTY OF US

The shared existence of humans,
The culmination of society and it's norms,
The shaping of a sense of belonging,
The growing of a community,
That is the beauty of us.

Seeing ourselves as part of a larger whole,
Seeking to be one with culture and belief,
Striving to satisfy common goals,
Signifying our unity and purpose,
That is the beauty of us.

The sense of empathy and sympathy we feel,
The inclusion of all, no matter what ordeal,
The challenge of defining ourselves through one another,
The unison of every being's voice in the ether,
That is the beauty of us.

Finding the splendor in the flaws of society,
Feeling the beat of unity,
Flowing through the music of empathy,
Following the enticing charm and legacy,
That is the beauty of us.

- by Shaurya Ghanty
Standard 9, La Martiniere School, Kolkata

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A United India

In a land where colors dance and spirits soar,
On Independence Day, our hearts implore,
A tapestry of dreams, a nation's pride,
With courage and unity by our side.

August fifteenth, a day that shall forever gleam,
A symphony of hopes, a cherished dream,
From struggle's cocoon, a nation arose,
With freedom's flame, our destiny chose.

Voices united, a call for liberty,
A land of diverse hearts, united and free,
Subhash Chandra Bose's fierce resolve,
Guiding us forward, with problems to solve.

Mountains, rivers, and fields so vast,
A tapestry of cultures, the present and past,
Unity in diversity, our strength and grace,
On this Independence Day, we embrace.

From the Red Fort's ramparts, echoes of yore,
A promise of progress, forevermore,
Flags unfurling high, colors of the wind,
A nation's journey, a story to bind.

Heroes of sacrifice, their legacy true,
Their valor and courage, in our hearts renew,
On this day of pride, we stand as one,
A united India, brightly shining sun.

So let our hearts sing, in joyous refrain,
On this Independence Day, once again,
A tribute to freedom, a nation's might,
India, we celebrate you with all our might.

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The Gift of India

“Is there ought you need that my hands withhold,
Rich gifts of raiment or grain or gold?
Lo ! I have flung to the East and the West
Priceless treasures torn from my breast,
And yielded the sons of my stricken womb
To the drum-beats of the duty, the sabers of doom…..”
The Gift of India
Happy Independence Day !!!

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Colourful India

Our’s is a land of sages,
Known for bravery for ages.
None can with it compete,
Its culture none can beat.
Whatever caste or religion,
All live here in unison.
With rivers, sweet fountains,
it’s a land of high mountains.
Its green forests are pretty,
And are source of prosperity.
Let’s for it work hard,
For its safety, be on guard.

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Independence Day

On this Independence Day
we remember the years past.
We honor this very day
for our flag, old glory, has last.
On this Independence Day
two centuries ago, we
declared our independence
for justice and liberty.
Let us celebrate with joy and honesty
Happy Independence Day!!!

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"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 lead forward by thee
into ever-widening thought and action-
Into that heaven of freedom, my Father,
let my country awake."

- by Rabindranath Tagore
(from Geetanjali)

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My sleep got disturbed, thrice that day;
I could not sleep tho’ a holiday;
My mind was filled with thoughts unclear;
I got up in the morn, much earlier;
‘Twas India’s Independence Day!

Thunder, lightning filled the night’s Sky;
The day much overcast did fly;
The Rain was just a drizzle that day;
Wetted the ground of mud and clay;
‘Twas 15th of August, a rainy day.

The pea-birds howled and groaned that night;
The Rain made them shiver with fright;
Though ten, it looked like six in the morn;
The Sun behind the clouds had gone;
The Sky ground-glass remained that day.

The leaky tap-waters that fell,
Raised wavelets, ploppy-toned and swell;
Rain-drops on cables looked like pearls;
Dropped, formed again, enticing souls;
It looked it would rain long that day.

Rain-drops hanging beneath fir-twigs;
Glittered in the scarce light like figs;
The whole tree was aglow, alit;
A thing of beauty, don’t miss it!
The Sky looked like a barred-white board!

A frail, brown-skinned, bony human,
With sack on head, bent-back, he ran!
The Indian was agonizing!
Tho’ people keep sermonizing!
Fifty years after Independence!
What good was done for the common-man?

- by Dr John Celes

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“Is there ought you need that my hands withhold,
Rich gifts of raiment or grain or gold?
Lo ! I have flung to the East and the West
Priceless treasures torn from my breast,
And yielded the sons of my stricken womb
To the drum-beats of the duty, the sabers of doom…..”
The Gift of India

- by Sarojini Naidu

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My India

Better than Heaven or Arcadia
I love thee, O my India!
And thy love I shall give
To every brother nation that lives.
God made the Earth;
Man made confining countries
And their fancy-frozen boundaries.
But with unfound boundless love
I behold the borderland of my India
Expanding into the World.
Hail, mother of religions, lotus, scenic beauty,
and sages!
Thy wide doors are open,
Welcoming God's true sons through all ages.
Where Ganges, woods, Himalayan caves, and
men dream God -
I am hallowed; my body touched that sod

- by Swami Yogananda, paramhansa

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Vande Mataram

Mother, I bow to thee!
Rich with thy hurrying streams,
bright with orchard gleams,
Cool with thy winds of delight,
Dark fields waving Mother of might,
Mother free.
Glory of moonlight dreams,
Over thy branches and lordly streams,
Clad in thy blossoming trees,
Mother, giver of ease
Laughing low and sweet!
Mother I kiss thy feet,
Speaker sweet and low!
Mother, to thee I bow.

- by Bankim Chandra Chatterjee