Best National Flag Poems
Salutations to Tiranga (Indian National Flag)
Mother India was freed from the British shackles...
To tyranny we bid adieu, new freedom welcomed!
'Tiranga' with due honour, replaced the 'Union jack'
Fluttered in the blue sky in the glory of victory!
Orchestra of happy moods had finally arrived,
Calling for celebrations with full pomp and joy!
Our National Anthem sung and Trumphets blown
All Indians joined festivity forgetting all woes!
Adding wings to this happiness,the Tricolour fluttered!!
Breeze of bloodbath and fetters all disappeared
Flew with resplendence this khadi splendour!
Three stripes horizontal with a central wheel
Top is the saffron for selflessness and valour,
Also marks vibrant hue of Ego absolution!
White in the middle stands for peace and purity
Also Knowledge and honesty attribute to it
The dark green in the third stripe is for faith and fertility,
Happiness and prosperity for a greener globe!
The wheel of dharma adopted from the Lion capital,
That once sung heroism of Asoka, the Emperor!
In navy blue is this wheel placed in the centre,
Progress it represents with spokes twenty-four
Ignites a spark of deep patriotism as it flutters
Wrapped around cadaver of the martyrs of this mother
Glory to Tiranga, Glory to the Nation,
World's largest democracy salutes this symbol
Let our flag soar high and keep our spirits boosted
Long live Tiranga till the sky is above!
For the contest: The State/ Country Flag - sponsored by: Judy Konos
By: Anulaxmi Nayak,
Country: India
Flag: TIRANGA - Indian National Flag
date: 08/08/2015
THEME: Salutations and admiration to our national symbol!
I am the sunshine
I am the rain,
I am the pleasure
I am the pain!
Angry young man,
I am your last puff
of the day's first cigarette,
I am your first sip of life
from the golden peg!
Young lady,
I am your first kiss-
your ornamental love bites
which you touch,adore
and share with the mirror!
I am the teardrops
silently flowing down
the cheeks of a mother,
I am the emphatic joy
of a man,who has just
become a father!
I am the first gush of air
into the lungs of a newborn,
I am the last grasping breath
of a helpless,drowning man!
I am the dream,
that of a martyr
lost ,grounded and never to fly-
I am the National Flag
flying high in the blue sky!
I am all these,present everywhere
may be a little more or less,
I am even in all your hearts
search and you will get my trace!
© kash poet
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MY COUNTRY INDIA
INDIA : My motherland shines as poem.
My Pride : My Glory : My Peace: My Bliss : I claim.
Traditional culture since ancient age
owes to peace and love as holy heritage.
Never to overpower other race.
Met on non-violence staying in grace.
Power-loving intruders bowed to serenity.
Mingled merged in unity for tranquility.
Great India believes in integrity.
‘Service above self’ : Her priority.
Secular country to respect each Nation
accepting ‘’ Humanity’ ‘ as religion .
Tricolor National Flag to exhibit
Saffron, White, Green with Blue wheel on strip white.
Saffron stands for Self-esteem and Sacrifice.
White to show Truth, Purity and Perfect Peace.
Green with Courage, Vigor and Fertility.
Spikes of wheel on symbols of Activity.
Twenty- four spikes represent twenty- four hours work.
Ceaseless labor devoted on honest walk.
Universal Morals sparkle in glory
India presents peace - loving history.
I feel so proud when I see our national flag raised
and sing our Anthem ‘Oh land of our birth’
This island is not the place where I was born
but there’s no place on earth I’d rather be
with mountains and hills, a patchwork of fields
and the ocean which caresses our shores
I love eating Manx kippers, see cats with no tails
view the famous TT races, and ride horse trams on rails
We do not bow down to ’the Adjacent Isle’
that’s how England is known to the Manx
Our Tynwald parliament's made laws for over 600 years
Elizabeth’s our Sovereign and long may she reign
I’m not Manx but the Island’s my forever home
and my final resting place overlooks the blue sea
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Brass handles, polished,
Purple satin, heavenly,
Perfect wedding suit,
National flag neatly draped.
I salute thee, soldier mine!
~ 25 May 2016~
Tiranga (Tricolour)
First unfurled, was the Indian tricolor;
on Everest, the world's highest peak.
All the three colours are deliberated
to give some message and speak.
Dark saffron, white and Indian green,
the three colours of Indian national flag;
all in horizontal rectangular bars,
top to bottom, respectively placed.
Green band at bottom tells Indians,
grow with greenery and agriculture;
White band in middle of it, gives us
message of peace, truth and culture.
Saffron says, be brave and courageous,
don't hesitate to sacrifice if nation needs;
Wheel of twenty four spokes at centre tells,
on the path of progress always proceed.
Made of hand spun Indian cloth, Khadi,
at one hand symbolises pride of nation;
Design and colour on the other, say symbolically
what ought to do the great Indians.
On every Independence and republic days
Tiranga is unfurled widely in the country.
That reminds the people; be nice, graceful,
peaceful, prosper and keep in mind your duty.
(C) S. D. Tiwari
Let us play holi holi.....
With the color of saffron,
to inject stimulant
into the vein of every Indian,
to raise voice against monopoly,
to trigger rifle against terrorists,
to fight against corruption
and to pen against
Mudslinging, violence and sedition.
After all,
Forgetting everything....
We should focus our approach
for the integrity of our nation.....(1)
Let us play holi holi
With the color of white,
to spread the message of peace
among every Indian,
to enhance brotherhood,
to excel patriotism.
to augment love & affection,
and to kill
selfishness, intolerance and discrimination.
After all,
forgetting everything....
We should focus our approach
for the purity of our nation.
Let us play holi holi
With the color of green,
to expedite growth of farmers
across the country,
to increase production,
to improve education,
to minimize ailment,
and to end
poverty, unemployment and stagnation.
After all,
forgetting everything.......
We should focus our approach
for the growth of our nation.
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Note: Holi is one of the sacred festival of India. It is a festival of colors. Here I invite all of you to play holi with tricolors of our national flag i.e. saffron, white and green.
Born in their meadows and
bread for the masses - to
culture exploited, a suture
‘livery of freedom’
he spun on the wheel ~ I
canvas my flag, and the future.
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Khadi means handspun and handwoven cloth. In 1918, Mahatma Gandhi started his movement for Khadi as relief programme for the masses living in India's villages.
Raw materials then were entirely exported out of the country by the colonists and re-imported as costly finished cloth, depriving the local population of work and profits on it.
Gandhi didn’t just revive India’s flagging Khadi industry, he made the humble hand-spun fabric the symbol of all things swadeshi (indigenous to the country). When he encouraged people across India to boycott foreign clothes, spin their own yarn and wear Khadi, he was encouraging them to rediscover their pride in their heritage while lending support to their rural brethren.
It is also the most sustainable and eco-friendly product whose production requires no electrical support or fossil fuel and generates no toxic waste.
This fabric keeps you warm in winter and cool in summer!
The Indian national flag is always made of Khadi - It is not just a fabric but a way of life.
www.thebetterindia.com/95608/khadi-history-india-gandhi-fabric-freedom-fashion/
I had a doll that could close its eyes, “Don’t show it to others.” was a friend’s advice.
Covering notebooks was an important mission; it had to be done before submission.
Extremely delightful and lovely days, never knew that would only be a phase.
Let’s go back in nineteen eighty four, when no tears, only smiles we wore.
Vacations were absolute sensation; leaving station was a real temptation.
Endless world of immature fashion, 'kumkum bindi' was just an addition.
Wearing 'saree' was my passion, who cared for momma’s permission.
No one was allowed break rules, When, we played ‘Schools-schools’.
My favorite game was one leg race, for my pace had some grace.
Pinning a Tricolor was a pride, 'Vande Mataram' we loudly cried.
Playing Cricket was real fun, though companion I had only one.
All of us governed a star or two, aliens! We called them ‘Dru’.
Hopscotch was no big deal; it always gave us an active feel.
'Roohafza' was the coolest drink; I could finish it in a blink.
Fleeing after ringing a bell, then hiding into a nearby shell.
How I wish to make way back then, when I was ten.
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*A bindi, meaning "point, drop or dot " is a red dot worn on the center of the forehead, commonly by Hindu women.
@Saree is a garment consisting of a length of cotton or silk elaborately draped around the body, traditionally worn by women from South Asia.
#Tricolor: The National Flag of India is a horizontal rectangular tricolour of deep saffron, white andIndia green; with the Ashoka Chakra, a 24-spoke wheel, in navy blue at its centre.
**Vande Mataram is the national song of India.
##Rooh Afza is a non-alcoholic concentrated squash. It is still the most popular drink in India.
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Date: 27/01/2016
For the contest: Way Back Then When I Was Ten
Sponsored by: Kelly Deschler
I kneel with all right across the globe, I kneel in solidarity
i stand with all the kneelers and I do it with some clarity
As a national flag is just coloured cloth designed to divide and rule
Indoctrination starts when you're young, vulnerable and still at school
This continues into the workplace and at sporting events too
Well I'll kneel for freedom where the flag once flew
Freedom of speech is what it's all about
So I'll stand with all the kneelers to give freedom a shout
As the colours of this flag are just a sign of imperialism
The mark of an invader, the mark of materialism
A fake patriotism that's forced upon you
Well I'll kneel for freedom where the flag once flew
To be persecuted for not standing to attention
Is for the whole world to see and is up for contention
As signs of fascism and hate are all around for us to see
So freedom of speech is what we must guarantee
Well I refuse to stand for the flag that is red white and blue
But I will kneel for freedom where the flag once flew
Today we celebrate peace
Remembering how it was won
The many hearts that grieve
For freedom is all we want
Salute the national flag Liberians
Sing aloud the Lonestar forever
Sing aloud the national anthem
We are the custodians of Liberia's heritage
Ours is the home of kindness
The land where ships anchor with our forefathers
Once torn apart by ignorance and a tomfoolery war
With hope we strive to rebuild it together
Surviving unrelenting strife
Rainfall of misery on our lives
Alas, ignorance too come with a price
It surmounted patriotism and morality
170 with a little to show
Only our indelible past chanted by the waves of the Pacific
Pausing our heartbeat for the innocents we lost
A sad day when anarchism won for sure
All hail Liberia hail
This glorious land of liberty
Together we sing with plangency
Regardless the impediment we'll prevail
Impressions of a teenager
I was born today twenty years ago
A healthy child with eyes of a doe
I grew up in a free world
Saw the national flag unfurled
Sang national anthem with devotion
A hand on my heart and no motion
It stirred my pride on secular belief
Sacrifices of martyrs elicited grief
I studied in cosmopolitan schools
Learnt honesty and obeying the rules
Ne’er differentiated between rich and poor
Or had any delusion to a life of grandeur
The TV news showed a bitter killing
The video clips were very chilling
A result of animosity between two men
One of whom lost in a gambling den
Days later two groups fought a bitter battle
The bone of contention was lifting of cattle
One group accused the other of eating beef
They said it was against their religious belief
Another day a young couple was burnt alive
The relatives and parents decided to connive
The girl loved, married the boy of lower caste
Retribution by the elders was prompt and fast
It’s awfully risky for girls to travel alone
Even if she has her mobile phone
She can be waylaid by men at a lonely place
Forced to satisfy their lust and face disgrace
“What has independence given us?” I ask
A discordant society oblivious of its task!
The sacrifices of martyrs appear to be in vain
All principles and ethics are down the drain
Greed of wealth and power is the motto
Governance is like a game of lotto
Honesty has ceased to be a virtue
Questioning the corrupt is breaking the curfew
End
The coffin is draped in the national flag
A mix of people who are happy and sad
This is a testament to the humanist stand
Welcome to a humanist funeral.
"Always look on the bright side of life"
Is played through the speakers to make you smile
We're told he was "loving and good and kind"
This was his humanist funeral.
There'll be a beer at the end of the meeting
His legacy given to all as a greeting
A cheer up after your tears you'll be needing
After the humanist funeral.
The only thing spoken is what is the past
Nothing of hope and the things that will last
Logic expressed from the evolutionary blast
That is preached at the humanist funeral.
All of his friends have had a say
Of good times of the past that came his way
The coffin leaves to the tune of "my way"
How sad the humanist funeral.
Rainsoaked fields,pastel green,
perennial impressions of country scenes.
Shire counties cramped and compact,
neither temperate,changeable and in exact.
Seasons merging into one,
winters' mild,summers of sometime sun.
Ancient,historic and quaintly modern,
pub-grub,village greens and cricket squares sodden.
Precedent law,judged by our peers,
diverse opinions expressed sans fear.
Reserved,resolved and resolute anglais
a national flag,in April its national day.
re-post inspired by SO 's contest
The nation is thrown into grief.
Our national flag is flying at half mast.
Everyone is wearing a sack cloth.
The dangling axe fell on us.
And the mighty has fallen.
Our hearts are filled with dread,
And our eyes as heavy as lead.
Nigeria, Africa’s number one soccer nation,
Has been given a run for their money by the Ghanaians.
Culminating our early exit from the African nations cup.
The green and white jersey that we adore,
Have been dragged in the mud.
These are not the Eagles we have been celebrating.
Or are these Eagles suffering from bird flu,
That they cannot glide.
Their spirit was willing but their flesh were weak.
When we were young, we were strong,
Now we’ve grown but we are weak.
The reputation that took us years to build,
Have been destroyed over night.
Because we went to fetch water with a basket.
The baby has been thrown away with the baby water.
The Midas touch we used to have have been used on us,
Because we could not strike while the iron was hot.
The hunter has been hunted.
And we have fallen from frying pan to fire.
Football has kept us together as a nation for many years.
The Ghanaians has put a knife on what kept us together.
And we have fallen apart.
Once beaten, twice shy.
We hide our faces in shame.
No one is to be blamed.
What is sauce for the goose is also sauce for the gander.
Every dog has its own day and it was not our day.
A soldier lives to fight another day.
And never says never because quitters are losers.
The big question is,
Shall our bones rise again?
Or have we withered like the cursed fig tree.
Only the bowel of time will Tell.