Best Tricolor Poems

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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MY COUNTRY INDIA


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

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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...

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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...

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Amazing India
I am from India, where the Taj rests,
We heartily welcome all our guests.
Worshiping Mother Nature is our greatest trait,
We are the world's largest democratic state.
When the world is looking forward for a vision,
ISRO is there with its impossible mission.
We are famous not only for...

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Clouds along the moonlight glides
Lighting not the ground
But upon the clouds shines
So the light was muddled 
Helping the patrol scuttle
Invading the tyrant's trench mound.

The tricolor in front.
The shadows behind.
Approaches the enemy line.
And if soldiers do as told,
then this tactic proves bold 
for the French are...

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We know only those faces,
We have seen in history.
Yet countless strange faces are there
Who fought for the country.
We can never repudiate 
Selfless sacrifices of those men,
So I am paying tribute to all those
Martyrs and soldiers through my pen.
	
Indulged in your duties,
Far away from your family...

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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; friendly relate…!

Talking more than four hundred twisting tuneful tongues,
With their hereditary folk-dialect strings;
Faiths of ten religions fraternally flourish,
Each in their...

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“The Fire They Awoke”

They came in silence, hearts grown cold,
To strike peaceful tourists, young and old;
With coward’s hands, they spilled our blood,
And stirred our souls, to surge of flood.

From snowy peaks to desert land,
The lion roared on duty’s stand;
Steel in gaze and flame in chest,
The...

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In the garden populated with flowers, red and budded,
Resort robins birds, with inflated fluffy feathers. 
They fall in waves between the grass gushing in green 
And the impetus of a small purifying pinkish river. 
 
Somewhere in the far little barks that gleam
are resting with...

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Each brilliant midnight star in this wintry sky
reflects the innocent eyes of children that shine...
children remembering that glorious night lost to time;
will angels appear as they wait and sigh?


Isn't that the merry feeling of Christmas
that brings them to the stable where the cow
and the sheep...

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Yes, indeed. Alright. I'm lily-white
    all 9+ feet of me, a tricolor sight

  But now I'm 'racist' and 'insensitive'
    because 'brown pigment I lack'
  
  A half-nelson applied to my aching 'red-neck'
    Cry...

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Hey you, dog!
With your white tail tipping past my window
Or your face, tricolor, pressed against the glass,
I can see you even in the dark garden, 
But now our garden games are past.

The couch stretched out beside me for a day or two,
The water bowl still...

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MY FIRST PATRIOTIC


SOLDIER


Thoughts drift towards another world
Mind starts thinking in different fold

Lets you down with no hope for
When loved ones leave alone for war

Moments spent were really happier
Day they left eyes were full of tears

Dark night waiting to sight 
Joining the group in the loop
They...

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In the lovely Campanian countryside, amid
verdant hills and mountains...where Virgil
stopped to rest,while jeourneying to visit Cybele's temple, 
lie a fertile valley where chestnut and walnut trees
abound...there is hidden the bustling town of my birth!
Narrow streets overlooked by bell towers,
and whenever the sturdy bronze bells ring...

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