Best Bose Poems

Described as “patriot of patriots” by Mahatma Gandhi
His Words, ‘Give me blood and I shall give you freedom’
Are still ringing in the minds of each...

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when i pass
i will linger on in a few memories
a few nanoseconds in man's history
place no stone above me
with some name easily forgotten
never bury me...

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Insomnia turns my heart young again
Tossing and turning, I wonder where I am
Unaware of what restlessness brings
"What do I want?!!" I call out to it...

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those powerful hands, embodying strength, offering a refuge, 
          the determined voice which carried assurance to...

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I have a flash for you ...

Think you can hang with me??
I doubt it ... I keep a pretty quick pace, if you know what...

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Let's change India the way we need,
Let's make a Great India so that others praise our deeds;
Stop discrimination between the ruling and opponent one,
Time for...

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I love my Country                     ...

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At 24:00  O’ Clock  of the stars,
When the tides are clapping to 
The pressure of her contractions.
Louder is the agony of her painful...

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Wake! and see the extent to which you’re still enslaved
        enslaved by your own kind who hanker after...

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Today is the seventy third Republic Day,
Of India - young nation - a unique bouquet;
Nice spicy people living in twenty eight states,
And eight union territories;...

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I had a long argument today...
Whilst sitting by the 
surcharging charging airport port,
shouldertoshoulder with this pastor.

Delayed flight and low juice
kept us there, squared off;
shoulder to...

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The band's trumpeting out the Bose 
A dozen red roses for thirteen chicas 
In that old cantina
Looks like one's left cold
But it's colder still out...

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cars can go fast but wait there are slow pokes in the world
but when you are behind a slow poke 
You are not going anywhere
you...

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Living below the low of slow roll
dyeing above the bow in fast sail
failNG front the sow is last paul
baylin flaps the lap si four call
wishin...

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He was the only one,
for life he did not care
	sorrows and tears on his face
	was something rare.
Still he knew
How much miseries mattered,
	when our life before...

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