A thousand bird songs
We awake
selling a lantern of hope
the dawn decides
the wherewithal
melting mountains
fly me around
Life is a tricolour horse
Love is a knock hold rose
smelt gladly
I was born on a hazy frosty morn,
when the dawn cast beautiful lilac hues;
a veil of this tint I have always worn,
it is my ambience, aura and muse !
Love all the stained trees with my fav' colour,
the tree tapestries hand painted by God;
scenes pigmented sublime in tricolour,
I breathe in essence- his work never flawed !
I am inspired to pen great poesy,
to paint words in divine saturation;
contemplating each line of poesy
for muse and my life is all elation !
I adore these tints and pigmentations;
this season that inspire my creations !
Our eyes become wet with tears,
Seeing this Independent India.
We cannot imagine those fears
Of families of the people not only fighting on the borders,
But also within the borders.
Despite of race, religion, caste or culture,
When it comes to India, we all come together .
We now live in a country where we speak with our heads high.
Holding the tricolour in hand we oath to raise it high.
Our flag that flies high in the sky,
Waves saffron, white and green.
It shows that we are independent and free
And over the British, we could win.
Muslims and Hindus are brothers,
Bengalis and Punjabis are sisters.
Eternal is Heaven,
Eternal is Land,
Eternal are WE, the creations of God,
Eternal is our good deed as god has planned for us to do.
All these is possible because of those martyrs who
Never lowered their heads in front of the British.
It is a land of priests and sages,
Known for its bravery from ages.
Those struggles against the British represent who we are,
For now we have nothing to fear.
The flying birds in the sky,
The Motherland's beauty,
We thank Thee for Thy goodness,
For giving us prosperity !
people visualised rainbow legend
people visualised tricolour angle
but leaders zeroed india
people visualised golden bird
people visualised milky ocean
but leaders zeroed india
people visualised 2020 world influencer
people visualised 2020 super power
but leaders zeroed india
Marianne (Bearer of Tricolour)
Marianne, the Goddess of Liberty and bearer of Tricolour,
Triumphant French Republic revolutionary figure,
Evokes solidarity with breasts exposed and barefooted,
Wearing a Phrygian cap and armed with a bayoneted musket.
Personifier of liberty and reason for the French citizen,
Symbolizing wife, mother, and emancipated feminist.
From atop dead Parisians, she leads victory’s charge;
« En avant les citoyens, la guerre n'est pas finie:
Liberté, Égalité, Fraternité; la démocratie prévaudra! »
(“Onward citizens, the war is not over:
Liberty, Equality, Fraternity; democracy will prevail!”)
“Sing! Let ‘La Marseillaise’ reverberate throughout France!”
Le 14 juillet, la Fête Nationale (Bastille Day, the 14th of July);
« Vive la France libre! » (“Long live free France!”)
***
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
Oh Ireland make us proud
As we salute the tricolour
To defend thee we have vowed
May your rivers run free once more
Oh Ireland we love you
And we will not fail you
Ireland we will be true
We will set you free or die trying
We will stand strong and tall, oh Ireland
For you have been good to us
We will stand by you forever
For Éirinn go brách!
Bombs and guns scythe through the innocent
writ in spattered blood evil intent
from youth's garden, saplings gone.
But staunchly rising from the killing floor
Liberty retakes the tricolour
strides a nation, marches on.
25th November 2015
For contest ' For Paris', sponsored by Debbie Guzzi
Written in Rime Couee form.
Tiranga
saffron to renounce
dharma spins in peaceful white
soil gives green for life....
Haiku- 5/7/5
Written July 21st, 2015
© Dr. Upma A. Sharma
For contest by SKAT A
The Indian flag- Tiranga- meaning Tricolour has three horizontal bars of colours saffron, white and green embossed in the middle with a Navy blue Ashok Chakra (wheel)
Saffron or orange denotes valour and selflessness, renunciation and absolution of ego.
White is for honesty, purity and peace. Symbolic of light to guide our conduct on path of truth.
Green is for faith, fertility and prosperity. It represents life and happiness by virtue of Earth and soil on which all life is dependant.
In centre is blue coloured wheel with 24 spokes represents truth and dharma, wheel denotes motion that keeps us moving forward and represents dynamism of peaceful change.
2nd place win
Our Tiranga waves
Proudly in the gusty wind,
The Chakra represents our hearts.*
Written by Sneha
18/7/15
For Skat’s Flag Contest - 3 line verse
Indian Flag/ Tiranga (Tricolour)
The Chakra/ Wheel in the middle of our flag symbolizes smooth and continuous work..
The 24 spokes in it also stand for 24 important values.
(The meaning of the Indian flag is in my previous poem)
Saffron stands for courage and sacrifice,
Provided by our fearless, able soldiers -
They gave their lives to save another,
Proud of dying for their motherland.
White symbolizes purity and truth,
Present in the hearts of all patriots –
It reminds our leaders to maintain peace
And harmony in our nation, grand.
Green is for progress, faith and joy,
And respect for our ‘Earth's green lungs’,
To duly protect what we proudly stand on -
Our nation, our soil, our sand.
And everytime we look at our flag,
We are filled with immense pride,
Proud of supporting our Tricolour,
We shall always stand by its side.
18/7/15
For Judy’s Contest – Your Country/ State/City Flag
(INDIAN FLAG)
Our flag is called the Tricolour (Tiranga in an official language, Hindi)
A poem for republic day.....
~~~~~ Jai Hind ~~~~~~~~
From great nation, India, we hail,
Where Indus valley used to prevail.
Emperors came, emperors gone,
We always regained our own throne.
Last was the English invasion on us,
Brutal than Alexander, Ghazni, and Poras,
Wings of Golden Bird were torn,
To teach Non-violence, Bapu was born.
Bhagat, Rajguru, Sukhdev chose their way,
With combined efforts came a strong ray.
Nehru, Lala, Shashtri we can’t forget,
But for unsung heroes we regret.
Finally the moment of freedom came,
Now the wildest elephant we could tame.
Tricolour perpetually tells us to go on,
Despite of Ram, Rahim, Aryan or John.
Democracy, harmony we really praise,
Most of the intellectuals of all, we raise.
Tell everyone this noble story.
How to take the nation to zenith of glory.
Independence and republic day are not only to celebrate,
We must ever have full respect to commemorate.
India is united from Kashmir to Chennai and Assam to Sind,
Let’s come together and say aloud Jai Hind Jai Hind Jai Hind.
Written by: I. B. Chhetri
Indian peninsula is not unknown to you,
Not only land its sky is wonderful too.
Diverse in climate and culture and
Indians worship mother - nature.
‘Atithi devo bhav.’ is our code of conduct, this is what scriptures instruct.
My flag – The Tricolour.
Yummy cuisine.
Perfect ecosystem.
Rich religious growth and spirituality.
Incredible beliefs and customs.
Devotion and meditation.
Exotic wildlife and what not.
India has all colors of the rainbow,
Festivals, fun, love and respect have easy flow.
*‘Atithi devo bhav.’ means guest is god.
Dt: 08/04/14
Third place win in a contest sponsored by Kim Merryman
Topic - Tell Me About Where You're From
The Tricolour flutters pompously...
Hiding the truth which we cannot see....
The blood sacrificed in its service....
The eyes that were shut before the final wish....!
Each iota of air that we breathe...
Is their gift that we blindly receive....
The flowers that pour from the flag so lavishly....
Hold their tears and years many....!
Freedom was never a possession we had....
Until they toiled and died a death so sad...
Civilized class that we are today....
We don't have a minute of attention anyway
To stand and revere the national anthem...
But those heroes gave their lives in martyrdom....
Bartering their lives for our freedom....!!!
When I was five,
I was supreme ruler
of a boundless realm.
Hopes were high,
supervision constant.
Animals could speak,
kisses could heal.
When I was fifteen,
I was third in command
of a band less than four.
Hopes were higher,
Supervision rare.
Girls could speak,
kisses could fly.
When I was twenty-five,
anarchy burned bright
waving its tricolour.
Hopes were a drag,
supervision avoided.
Speaking in tongues,
They kissed as well.
When I was thirty-five,
I was doing time,
received no letters.
Hope was a dream,
supervision everywhere.
Little spoke and
Little kissed, either.
Today I was sipping a beer
in a high-back chair
pushing out words.
Hope turned the pages,
and played with my hair.
We spoke between paragraphs,
and kissed form goodbye.
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