Monday, August 15, 2011

Poems on Independence Day of India

Independence Day of India Poems

There are multitudes of great poems on Independence Day of India that have been composed by the renowned poets of our nation. Indian Independence Day poems are written by students to celebrate the occasion all over the country. These self-composed poems are also sometimes recited in gatherings where people collect in huge numbers to celebrate Independence Day. Poems in Hindi, English, and other regional languages have been composed through time immemorial praising the greatness of India. Poems are recited by the great Indian personalities to win all hearts through narration of commendable verses, in various shows broadcasted over radios and televisions. Poems narrating the glory of the nation India and her illustrious past have been a part of Indian tradition.

"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."

- Independence Day Poem by Rabindranath Tagore

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.
Gathered like pearls in their alien graves
Silent they sleep by the Persian waves,
Scattered like shells on Egyptian sands,
They lie with pale brows and brave, broken hands,
they are strewn like blossoms mown down by chance
On the blood-brown meadows of Flanders and France.
Can ye measure the grief of the tears I weep
Or compass the woe of the watch I keep?
Or the pride that thrills thro' my heart's despair
And the hope that comforts the anguish of prayer?
And the far sad glorious vision I see
Of the torn red banners of victory?
when the terror and the tumult of hate shall cease
And life be refashioned on anvils of peace,
And your love shall offer memorial thanks
To the comrades who fought on the dauntless ranks,
And you honour the deeds of the dauntless ones,
Remember the blood of my martyred sons!

The Gift of India
- Independence Day Poem by Sarojini Naidu

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