Independence day poems
Path par aage badhate jaana.
parwat nadiyaan aur samandar,
hans kar paaya sabhi kar jaana.
tumame Himgiri ki unchaayi,
saagar jaisi geharaayi hai.
leharon ki masti hai tum mein,
suraj jaisi tarunaayi hai.
Bhagat Singh, Rana Pratap ka,
Behata rakt tumhaare tan mein,
Gautam, Gandhi, Mahaveer sa,
rehata satya tumhaare man mein.
sankat aaya jab dharti par,
tumane bhishan sangraam kiya.
maar bhagaaya dushman ko fir,
jag mein apana naam kiya.
aane waale naye vishav mein,
tum bhi kuchh kar ke dikhlaana.
Bharat ke unnat lalaat ko,
jag mein unchaa aur uthaana.
Pyara pyara mera desh,
sajaa-sanwaara mera desh,
duniya jis par garv kare–
nayan sitaara mera desh.
chaandi-sona mera desh,
safal salona mera desh,
sural jaisa aalokit–
sukh ka kona mera desh.
phoolon waala mera desh,
jhoolon waala mera desh,
Ganga-Yamuna ki maala ka,
phoolon waala mera desh.
aage jaaye mera desh,
nit naye muskaaye mera desh.
itihaason mein barh-charh kar–
naam likhaaye mera desh.
Independence Day Poems In Hindi For Kids
Humein hai pyaara,
teen rang hain isme pyaare,
rangon me jo rang hain nyaare,
dete hain sandesh humein jo,
hain jeevan ke aadarsh humaare.
nayano ka taara,
rang kesariya tyaag sikhaata hai,
mahima uski humein bataata,
doot shaanti ka rang safed,
bankar jeevan raah dikhaata,
rang haraa hariyaali ka,
aur pratik khush haali ka,
chakra prateek hai neela isme,
satya-dharm rakhwaali ka.
Independence day poems
Aaj Hi Ke Din Hamane Azadi Ko Paya Tha
Bahar Khadeda Angrejo Ko, Purn Sawrajaya Aaya Tha
Aaj Ke Din Ne Veero Ki Ghatha Ko Gaya Hai
Fizaao Ne Madhoor Rang Mehkaya Hai
Aaj Swatantra Diwas Aaya Hai
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?
YOUNG through all thy immemorial years!
Rise, Mother, rise, regenerate from thy gloom,
And, like a bride high-mated with the spheres,
Beget new glories from thine ageless womb!
The nations that in fettered darkness weep
crave thee to lead them where great mornings break . . . .
Mother, O Mother, wherefore dost thou sleep?
Arise and answer for thy children’s sake!
Thy Future calls thee with a manifold sound
to crescent honor’s, splendor’s, victories vast;
Waken, O slumbering Mother and be crowned,
who once wert empress of the sovereign Past.
Happy Independence Day
Independence day poetry
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,
Thy wide doors are open,
Welcoming Gods true sons through all ages.
Where Ganges, woods, Himalayan caves, and
men dream God
I am hallowed; my body touched that sod.