India Poems - Poems about India

When silence breaks with a siren's cry, And ash clouds darken the morning sky, Two nations rise with wrathful might, Blind to peace, prepared to fight. Where rivers flowed through fields so wide, Now burn with rage on either side. Flags once fluttered in monsoon air, Now mark the graves of young laid bare. The tanks roll in, the bombers fly, The missiles arc...

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Borders are lines drawn in dust, but the wails of war ride the wind— no map can contain a scream. War does not choose a side; it is a fire that devours both hearth and forest. One body may bleed, but the other's soul turns to ash. From far behind velvet curtains and polished screens, war looks like a chessboard— moves, strategy, gain. But at the...

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Prancing peacock Taking in the sunshine of dawn, Prancing peacock Calling...

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In the summer heat of '47's cry, A line was drawn beneath the sky. Not ink, but blood, not words, but flame— Two nations born, but none the same. Fields once golden, shared with grace, Now whispered names in a stranger’s place. Neighbors turned to fleeing feet, Homes abandoned, hearts incomplete. The Ganga wept, the Indus roared, As trains of silence onward soared. One carried...

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I come from a place with Mahogany trees, With bowers of fragrant flowers surrounded by bees, I come from a land where within it- culture and language differ, Still humanity and brotherhood is what we prefer. I come from a place where the poor are fed, A place where throughout the host's house the guests are led, A place where love...

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Across oceans and decades, my daughter and I set sail, Returning to the land where my roots still whispered my name. Sixty years apart, yet the pulse of home still flowed through my veins, A river winding back to its source, never truly lost. Words became bridges, stitching past and present with ease. My daughter, though a stranger to Hindi’s...

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Q: What digital healthcare card did I receive in the mail? A: It's my United Health care's digital U Card. Q: What are some of the visions that Crystal Love for Jesus see recently? A: After the rapture, armed men are going to loot the homes of the raputured ...

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The world sings Your praise Says You were born in a stable To where a bright star showed the way To wanderers of the desert They sing carols and make new ones Year after year every Christmas All that is nice and sweet to hear But Lord I have another reason To sing out aloud The greatness of Yours I am no Christian by...

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Crimson saris, silk Woven with threads of gold, A dancer's graceful sway, Reflecting ancient lore, A turban's vibrant hues, Sun-baked earth, spice-scented air, Desert whispers tales, Of caravans afar, Carvings deep and bold, In temples, ancient stone, Echoing centuries old, Stories yet untold, From the Himalayas' snow, To Ganges' holy flow, A sacred, mystic show, Diversity unfolds, Ghats, where souls ascend, Prayers to deities blend, The fragrance of incense, Mystical events unfold, Bhangra's rhythmic beat, A...

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Some people cross our paths repeatedly in life, They meet, part, and reconnect. In this crowd, some people Meet us in such a way As if it’s a bond from lifetimes past. How does a stranger Come so close, Without a sound, And make a home In our lives? They say it’s a debt From past lives That...

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You know, I am a restless woman from centuries past, Who does not know the address of her home. I am searching For the address of my home. The house where I was born, Had wealth that was not my own. I worked, Toiled, And in all joys and sorrows, I was a companion, Yet I remained always an outsider. In the house where I came After marriage, Carrying thousands...

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A ship, a journey, across a vast blue sea. India calls it a whispered mystery. Foreign lands, new sights unfold, colonial eyes, stories yet untold. East meets West, clash and blend, cultures collide, a world to transcend. Hidden truths, uncertainties, a clash of hearts, and different realities. A passage, not just of place, but of minds, in time and space. ...

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RamaRajya, Mahatma Gandhi’s non-violent utopia of mutual tolerance, has no place for bigots who lynch and leech the Weak. Lynch my body Pinch my soul Punch my pride Drench my blood Staunch be your henchmen Bunch of bigoted hooligans Flinch us they from progress Wrench us they from justice Exhaust every trick in your bag Pull every arrow off your quiver Bribe your cheerleaders forever Swing your...

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i am india you are india but india cancelled more devotees killed in hathras congregation than soldiers in war media demonstrate access to absconding guru than police fundamental rights thwarted police judiciary bureaucracy failed india i am india you are india but india cancelled no one demolished babri masjid no one killed jasika lall,arushi.....abhya shakti fundamental rights thwarted police judiciary bureaucracy failed india i am india you...

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From Ladakh’s icy edge to Kanyakumari’s golden beach, India's soul isn’t just a place, it's within reach. Not just maps or borders, but legends, alive and loud, A rhythm, a beat, of which every culture is proud. Tricolour waves — Mountains, rivers, cities, dreams, Saffron courage, white truth that beams, Green hope — grow, spread, in every shadow and light. From Kashmir’s chill...

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