Best India Poems

Dreams of India

Her music haunts me
in such a knowing way
it makes me weep
and causes my heart to ache.

I become homesick for her
scents, her sounds, her food,
her enchanting dance
which spawns dreams
of her romance.

I know in my heart
I have lived there,
I know, I have loved there.

Her poetry...

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When I think of India, I think of dark eyed beauties,
their foreheads painted with decorative red dots,
and I see them moving deliciously in beautiful bright costumes
 as bangles dangle from their slender wrists.

When I think of India, I think of a culture steeped in history...

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I hear much joy in the music,
View elation in the dance
Feel happiness in the laughter,
Soulful spirit in poetic romance.

I feel love in the language
Swelling in my heart.
Reverence for God and Goddess
In beloved families far apart.

I love the customs and the people
As they celebrate each day
Living...

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I read with greed John Master's books,
to Indian culture introduced.
I grew to love a distant land;
by her allure I was seduced.

To Indian culture introduced,
I felt the urge to go and see
the striking beauty of her face,
the charms bestowed abundantly.

I grew to love a distant land
where...

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I dream of a beautiful India
Where the roads are neat and clean
Where proper public toilets are built
And the fields are always green
I dream of India free from diseases
Where hygiene is maintained by all
Where people take care about proper sanitation
And realize that clean India is the...

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India, my motherland best as any mother
To me, at par with best world over

India's invention of Zero and Decimal 
Critical to scientific calculation, invention

Rich ancient culture of Harappan civilisation
Alexander, Babur, too could not resist invasion 

Founder of Diverse religions,
Hinduism, Buddhism, Jainism, Sikhism 

Himalayas, abode of...

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What do you know,
About the rule of British?
It is not a rule
For Indian`s to cherish!

It started decades ago,
They began with trade
And then slowly,
They began to invade.

It started at the borders
That were close to the coasts
It was a rule,
About which Britain boasts.

What then became of the...

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We are the Indians noted for our humanness and calm nature
With no harshness in our Principles and ideals.
We are open minded, emotional and good natured
Our emotions speaks louder than words
We are Rich in culture, traditions, festivals, gold, diamonds and food 
Our culture are deeply rooted...

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Where the sun sets the sky aflame painting it vermilion gold
Where golden green grass glow in soft sunlight, oh behold
Where the stars like golden lamps light up the sky
Where at the beautiful  horizon earth meets with the sky
Where the first golden sun rays softly...

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Let me set something straight -
Right here, right now!
Let me put India in the right perspective,
Let me banish some myths,
Some gross misconceptions,
And take you beyond elephants,
Sacred cows, snake charmers and yoga,
Beyond Gandhi, Mother Teresa, Taj Mahal,
To a civilization rooted for
over 5,000 years in the past
To...

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MY COUNTRY INDIA


           INDIA : My motherland shines as poem.
           My Pride : My Glory : My Peace: My Bliss : I claim.

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Ah, to this land of the monsoons
or should it have been the sunsoons? 
Yet for frozen land tourists, a tropical hot boon.

Where bullock carts, stray dogs, horse carriages and cows
pedestrians, goats, bikes and rickshaws
scooters, trucks, motorbikes and cabs
all compete together in quirky medley of traffic...

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Your wise eyes glistened with cataracts, showing me the hazy Indian sky
The wrinkles on your face, the lines by your eyes, showed me the joys of the hills and caverns of the lands
The raised veins on your hands, bumpy yet smooth, acts like the Ganges,...

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A poem about infanticide of girls...

"Save Our Sisters!"

Many girls lost, many girls missed
Many girls lost, never to be Ms.
Strings of girls, strands of pearls, 
Gone, gone, gone. Pretty, pretty, girls.
A mother's hug, a sister’s laugh, a daughter’s kiss
Lost, lost, lost. Missed, missed, missed.

Many girls lost,...

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a mass of wires criss-crossed the sky
and hung across the road
as car horns - stuck on 'play repeat'
blared out where tourists strode.

there were happy, smiling faces
advertising private care
but beneath those giant hoardings
lay indigence everywhere.

we were watching 'non-stop TV'
through the window of our bus
but we couldn't...

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