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Sanskruti Singh Jadon Poem
Vivekananda,
A mystic of mystics,
Made old truths sound new.
Vivekananda,
A thinker of thinkers,
When speak startle and out-think you.
Vivekananda,
A speaker of speakers,
Spoke,
Niether to valorise,
Nor to ridicule motherland.
Vivekananda,
A philosopher of philosophers,
Was an inner journey
With a pristine stand.
His eyes hypnotise,
His words magnetise,
His personality poetise,
The truth , the unexpected.
The confidence and the era he directed,
makes him an Indian sage,
Not mascot.
Today,
Our philosophycally unadventurous times,
Need his gaze,
To tie our nation once again,
Into a "literally independent" knot.
- Sanskruti Singh Jadon
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Sanskruti Singh Jadon Poem
My valentine,my India!
Am grateful,
For infinite love you showered,
For long journeys we traversed,
For tender care you encased me in.
I gift you,
My sacrifice in your embrace,
To shield your honour and purity,
From insane eyes.
Hope you,
In your heart,
Remember me forever.
- Yours only
Soldier
-By Sanskruti Singh Jadon
Copyright © Sanskruti Singh Jadon | Year Posted 2013
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