Indian Poems - Poems about Indian

Mei ek naari hun.. Fir Kyun lagti sabko bechari hun? Jawab de dun palat kar agar- Kehlati ahankari hun.. Aur sar jhuka dun, inke liye- Mei sanskari ban jati hun.. Kehte hain- Samaj ka kalyan hoga Agar mei shashakt hun.. Jab aasman simit Krna ho Fir udna sikhate h kyun? Shaam der se ghar chal dun agar- Hath se nikal jati hun.. Jamaane ke sawalon ka- Mei Jawab de...

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1905 Geronimo went to Washington to meet the Great White Father (where he hoped to bury the hatchet) and save his Indian Nation... checking into his hotel, the desk clerk asked, "Do you have a reservation?" The perfect poker face when playing cards (his guards were nearly always broke) said to be blood-thirsty, his winnings used he to pay for educating children of the Apache. He...

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The Indian guru's mantra of the day, tho' somewhat strange, goes this way... 'When words fail and at a loss, contemplate aural hygiene with transcendental floss.' ...

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Where do you begin with Ravichandran Ashwin...intellectual impresario Red ball romeo... conceptual maestro..the Kingpin of spin..leather lothario Perpetual taunting...teasing..bubbling cerebral cauldron formenting..haunting Troubling.. flaunting...tormenting..vaunting..fermenting..pleasing Luminosity...but another one of the band of badger brothers Reeks of unique chic tweak at its peak Bare faced cheek of genius geek cavorting Discerning pastor preaching while yearning for learning More about turning…..curiosity pique...sleek sporting freak Mythical master...

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"There's a river meandering through the mind," older than the Englishmen who raised a bridge over its Constitution, a nude Indian sped away from a warring Englishman behind absconding by canoe to an adjacent isle but smallpox caught the indie afore ammunition "There's a river meandering through the mind," that witnessed the grapes of wrath in '37 and suffered its wine,...

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Indian Paintbrush Cinnabar to rum. Bluish to a pink rose. Curious toward a new path. Waltz through painted daffodils. Crystalline ruby sky. Scarlet blood red devine. Indian Paintbrush. Open fields, red sun. Thine crimson deep. Fall asleep, can’t speak. Mesmerized by reverence. Rows of labyrinth....

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Soon be a beautiful brown color For naturally brown lover....

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It is the world of Shiva and Shaitan It is the world of Krishna and Kant Devi on Nandi holding Demon and Son Devotees, Deities, Ash, Claps and Fun Fragile girl carrying child in her arm's Not mother but a sister’s virgin palms To Die for him but not a bruise to touch Just Bottom pinching nothing too much Anguish in her arms...

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The Clown fish had brimming eyes, a montage flown back to Jaflong , a memory lane I wonder I felt overwhelmed, as if yesterday’s incomplete hard and fast, rituals and alone Over pouring overboard, ornate orange diva and monsoon rain and Jaflong time and greeting say Holistic a rueful an encapsulation, by the by a rare tracing cue with a poetic erotica,...

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Blended spices mixed and boiled with chicken and rice, Best with mutton or prawns, but tastes good even with basic fresh vegetables! Blast of flavoured richness! Bewitching special treat!...

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April brings more than showers Spring sometimes cowers To Winter after flowers...

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Years ago, in Budapest, I bought ceramic mugs As presents for my son and wife; They thanked me and gave hugs. The pottery was quite unique; I bought some for myself, Which sits there in my kitchen On a front-and-center shelf. I couldn’t carry too much home But always did regret I didn’t buy myself a mug (Or two, to make a set). Yet since that time,...

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high upon a jagged cliff a painted horse of many colors stands under a cloudless sky . . . a native girl gazes at the vast land of Canada as one eagle feather from her Indian war horse flutters away lost . . . it glides, it dances in the wind, it soars, it floats...

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All through December the days were warm creeping into the high sixties Grass was green and roses blooming Nights gave warning with cold below freezing soon after the sun sets But the days made for walks and lawn chair visiting with neighbors Kids playing outside but still with their phones and birds chirping away away away Like a secret spring time layered between cold...

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White Supercilium, black face mask, White collar, Dark buff head with Black central stripe, Dark gray stout bill, Gray eye-ring with white awake – eyeliner, Buff crowned, Glossy blue, dark green, Turquoise-Blue, Shocking white wing-coverts, Thin black trace, garish scarlet Underbelly, Black blue-tipped tail, Toned, endless, enviable strong pins pink Divine ensemble apt for Wallpapers, earrings, motifs, art, stamps and study They sit...

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