India : Together We Stand

 

We may come from different places,

Different paths we may have taken,

But in the end, we are all human,

Together we stand, unshaken.

Our differences may divide us,

But our similarities unite,

For we all have hopes and dreams,

And we all have to fight.

We may have different colors,

Different cultures we embrace,

But we all have one thing in common,

The human race.

Let's hold hands and stand together,

Let's break down every wall,

For we are all brothers and sisters,

And together we can conquer all.

Melodies of the Divine : Krishna's flute

 

In ancient times of Bharat's land,

Amidst the cows and flute in hand,

Stood Krishna, with his music grand,

A savior of the righteous band.

With every note and every tone,

He filled the air with a divine zone,

The birds and beasts danced to his own,

And heaven's angels sang in unison.

His music melted hearts of stone,

And inspired the good to the bone,

He played for all, rich or alone,

And made their souls sing and groan.

Through battles and feats of valor,

Krishna's music gave hope and ardor,

His tunes could calm the fiercest roars,

And heal the wounds of the war.

Thus, he lived, the music god,

With love and harmony as his squad,

And through his melodies, he trod,

A path that led to the ultimate abode.

So, let us listen to his songs,

And let our hearts beat with his throngs,

For in his music, our souls belong,

And to his tunes, we forever long.

A Journey of Passion and Progress: The Life of Narendra Modi

In the land of the east, a boy was born

With a heart full of passion, and a dream to adorn

His journey began in a humble abode

Where he learned the value of hard work and showed

With the sun as his witness, he toiled day and night

And carved his own path with all his might

From the fields of his youth to the heights of power

He fought every challenge and faced every hour

The journey was tough, with many obstacles in sight

But his resilience and determination made them take flight

From a small town to the capital's throne

He rose to greatness, with his name widely known

With a vision in his heart and a plan in his hand

He took the reins of a nation, to make it grand

With every step he took, the world took notice

And he became a symbol of hope and a catalyst

He worked tirelessly, to bring change to his land

And left no stone unturned, with a firm stand

From the digital revolution to economic growth

He made India shine, with his unwavering oath

The journey continues, with many miles to go

And many more dreams to fulfil, as we all know

But he marches forward, with a heart full of grace

And a mind full of ideas, to lead India's race

In this life journey of Narendra Modi

We see a man of passion and integrity

With his love for his nation, he inspires us all

To strive for greatness and rise from a fall. 

The Iron Man of India

 

In the land of diversity and faith,

Amidst the chaos and the strife,

Stood a man of unyielding strength,

The Iron Man of India, in his prime.

With valor in his heart and purpose in his stride,

Sardar Vallabhbhai Patel was a force to reckon with,

For he united a nation divided,

And brought together a fragmented dream.

From the soil of his birthplace,

To the corridors of power he rose,

With his keen wit and a steely resolve,

He vanquished all foes.

Through his vision and tireless efforts,

He unified a nation, split apart,

A beacon of hope and inspiration,

For generations to come, in every heart.

He was the rock upon which India was built,

The foundation of a great democracy,

A true son of the soil,

His legacy, an unbreakable legacy.

So let us remember his name,

And honor his noble deeds,

For he was the Iron Man of India,

A champion of unity and peace

The Path of the Warrior

 

In days of old, when honor reigned

And chivalry was the noble trade

A warrior rose, with heart unchained

To face the trials fate had made

With sword in hand and shield held high

He strode into the fray with pride

A champion born, to live or die

With every battle, he grew inside

The path of the warrior, long and steep

Was filled with danger, and perilous keep

But through it all, he remained resolute

His heart ablaze, his spirit astute

From distant lands he journeyed far

To fight for honor, for his king and czar

He faced the mighty, the fierce and bold

His strength and courage, a story to be told

In times of peace, he sharpened his blade

And honed his skills, for the next crusade

For he knew that war was never far

And his duty was to serve, his guiding star

Through blood and sweat, he fought with might

His armor worn, his soul alight

And in the end, his foes were felled

Their honor lost, their pride dispelled

The path of the warrior, fraught with strife

Is not for the faint, nor the weak of life

For only those with hearts of gold

May walk this path, brave and bold

And when his days were finally done

And his battles fought, his victories won

He looked back on his life with pride

And knew he had walked the path of the warrior, side by side.

Eklavya :The Archer's Vow

In the kingdom of Hastinapur,

Lived a young boy with a heart so pure,

Eklavya was his name, an archer without peer,

Whose aim was always true, his skill so clear.

But fate dealt a cruel hand,

And Eklavya's dream was about to disband,

For the prince who ruled the land,

Had forbidden him to learn and stand.

The boy with no teacher, no master to guide,

Taught himself to shoot with unerring pride,

With a wooden idol as his sole mentor,

He trained hard each day, his spirit never to falter.

He made a statue of the prince, his idol,

And practised with diligence, his skill so vital,

Eklavya's oath was not to the prince,

But to his skill, his passion, his defence.

One day, a great archer came to town,

And asked Eklavya to put his skills down,

But the boy had already pledged,

To his idol, his loyalty, his heart never to hedge.

The great archer demanded a price,

A finger from Eklavya's hand, as sacrifice,

The boy agreed, for he valued his vow,

To his idol, his only master, his mentor somehow.

He gave his finger with a stoic calm,

For he knew his pledge would never be harmed,

Though his skill would now be diminished,

His spirit would remain undiminished.

Eklavya's vow was to himself,

To master his skill and excel,

To honour his passion and his art,

With unrelenting dedication in his heart.

Thus, Eklavya's name lives on,

As a symbol of dedication and passion,

An archer who forged his own path,

With his vow as his guide, his spirit never to be quashed.

 

Karana, The Unyielding Warrior

Karana, with a heart of gold,

In the battlefield, he was bold,

His loyalty to Duryodhana, untold,

With his bow, his enemies he controlled.

He was born with the sun's divine grace,

His courage and strength, none could replace,

Though fate dealt him an unfair chase,

His determination, it couldn't erase.

His kindness towards his mother, so pure,

His friendship with Duryodhana, so sure,

Even in death, his honor, he would secure,

For his principles, he would always endure.

Karana, the unyielding warrior,

His valor, the world will forever admire,

His sacrifice, an eternal fire,

In our hearts, he will never retire.

 

Holi : Festival of Color

Colorful powders fill the air,

Joy and laughter everywhere,

Holi, the festival of love and cheer,

Brings people close, spreading cheer.

As the sun rises on this day,

People gather to sing and play,

Throwing vibrant hues with glee,

Creating a canvas of colors to see.

Faces smeared with pink and blue,

Friends and family come anew,

Dancing to the beat of the drum,

Holi is a celebration of fun.

A time to forgive and forget,

Embrace love and not regret,

Holi reminds us to let go,

Of all that brings us sorrow.

May this festival of colors,

Bring you joy and peace that glows,

May your life be as bright,

As the rainbow that shines in sight.

Happy Holi to one and all,

May this festival make you stand tall,

May it fill your life with love and light,

And make your world ever so bright. 

Unsung Heroes of Indian Freedom Struggle

Unsung heroes of Indian land,

Whose courage and bravery did stand,

Against the British colonial might,

With their hearts set on India's sight.

They fought for freedom, for liberty,

Against oppression and tyranny,

Their sacrifices remain unheard,

Their names lost, their deeds blurred.

Their lives were spent in the struggle,

Their hearts pure, their spirits humble,

With every breath, they did inspire,

A nation to rise, to aim higher.

They marched ahead with valour,

Towards a brighter tomorrow,

Their dreams of a free India,

Never faltered, never shallow.

Oh, unsung heroes of Indian history,

Your bravery remains a mystery,

But your sacrifices won't go in vain,

For your spirit lives on in every vein.

Unsung heroes of Indian land,

Whose courage and bravery did stand,

Against the British colonial might,

With their hearts set on India's sight.

They fought for freedom, for liberty,

Against oppression and tyranny,

Their sacrifices remain unheard,

Their names lost, their deeds blurred.

Their lives were spent in the struggle,

Their hearts pure, their spirits humble,

With every breath, they did inspire,

A nation to rise, to aim higher.

They marched ahead with valour,

Towards a brighter tomorrow,

Their dreams of a free India,

Never faltered, never shallow.

Oh, unsung heroes of Indian history,

Your bravery remains a mystery,

But your sacrifices won't go in vain,

For your spirit lives on in every vein.

Kargil's Brave Fighters

In the heights of Kargil,

Where mountains touch the sky,

Our brave soldiers fought fiercely,

For our nation's pride and glory.

The enemy tried to invade,

But our heroes stood strong,

With courage and determination,

They fought all day and night long.

Amidst the deafening sounds of war,

Our fighters never faltered,

They knew what they were fighting for,

Their bravery could never be altered.

With their blood and sweat,

They defended our land,

Kargil's brave fighters,

Will forever be in our hearts and stand.

Their sacrifice will never be forgotten,

Their courage will always be remembered,

Kargil's brave fighters,

Forever our heroes, forever honoured

Bhagat Singh - The Revolutionary Hero

In the land of India, where freedom was sought

A hero was born, with courage and thought

Bhagat Singh, his name, known far and wide

A revolutionary, who never feared to stride

With a mind so sharp, and a heart so pure

He fought for justice, for the oppressed and poor

Against the British rule, he raised his voice

And showed the world, that he had a choice

He led the youth, with fire in his eyes

And with his words, he never told lies

He faced the gallows, with a smile on his face

And left a legacy, that time can never erase

His sacrifice, for the nation's cause

Still inspires us, and gives us pause

To stand for what's right, and never to fear

To be like Bhagat Singh, our hero so dear

So let us remember, his deeds so great

And never forget, his ultimate fate

Bhagat Singh, the revolutionary hero

Who will always be, a legend to follow.

The Last Stand of Prithvi Raj Chauhan

Amidst the dust and chaos of battle,

Stood a king with his back to the wall,

Prithvi Raj Chauhan, his name did rattle,

As he faced his enemies, standing tall.

With a heart full of courage and pride,

He led his troops into the fray,

The Rajput king would not be denied,

On that fateful and bloody day.

The sound of swords clashing filled the air,

As the warriors fought with all their might,

Prithvi Raj Chauhan, with his long hair,

Guided his army, shining bright.

But alas, fate was not on his side,

For the enemy had tricks up their sleeve,

And in the end, the Rajput king died,

But his legacy, forever to live.

For Prithvi Raj Chauhan, till his last breath,

Fought for his kingdom, with honor and zeal,

And in the annals of history, till death,

His legend would forever appeal.

Oh, brave king, your memory we cherish,

As we recount your valor and might,

The Last Stand of Prithvi Raj Chauhan, will never perish,

For you showed us what it means to fight.

The Gift of India to the World

From the land of ancient wisdom and glory,

A land where diverse cultures tell their story,

India has given much to the world,

A precious treasure that will never be hurled.

From the concept of zero to yoga's serenity,

India's contributions have shaped humanity's destiny.

From spices that flavor food with delight,

To the art of meditation that calms the mind's fight.

Ayurveda, the science of healing,

Has brought relief to many with its revealing.

From Sanskrit literature's profoundness,

To Bollywood's colorful loudness.

India's spirituality has guided seekers,

For millennia, with its mystical features.

From the grandeur of the Taj Mahal,

To the beats of the tabla's call.

The nation's music, dance, and art,

Have captivated the world's heart.

From the famous curry to tea's delight,

India's cuisine is a fusion of delight.

Gandhi's non-violent philosophy,

Taught the world peace with diplomacy.

From Jawaharlal Nehru's democratic ways,

To Mother Teresa's selfless grace.

The world owes much to India's contributions,

A nation of grace and diverse solutions.

May the world continue to embrace,

India's gifts and celebrate its place.

Rani Lakshmi Bai : The Warrior Queen

Amidst the hills of Bundelkhand,

A queen was born, brave and grand,

With fiery eyes and a heart of steel,

She vowed to protect her land with zeal.

Rani Lakshmi Bai, the warrior queen,

Fearless and fierce, with a spirit unseen,

She rode into battles with her sword in hand,

And led her armies to defend her land.

She stood tall against the British might,

Fought fiercely for her people's right,

Even in the face of insurmountable odds,

She never backed down or lost her resolve.

Her valor and courage inspired all,

To rise up and answer the nation's call,

And to fight against injustice and tyranny,

To reclaim their freedom and their dignity.

Though she may have fallen in battle,

Her legacy lives on as an immortal example,

Of a queen who fought for what was right,

A true warrior who never lost sight.

Rani Lakshmi Bai, the warrior queen,

Forever remembered, forever seen,

As a symbol of courage, bravery, and might,

A shining star in the nation's fight.

Mahabharat : The Battle of Destiny

In ancient times of yore,

A great battle raged for evermore,

The gods and demons took to arms,

Each side hoping to bring the other harm.

The earth shook with their mighty clash,

As mountains crumbled to ash,

The skies were filled with arrows bright,

As warriors fought with all their might.

The forces of good and evil clashed,

In a fight that could not be matched,

The fate of the world hung in the balance,

As heroes fell and armies advanced.

In the midst of this great strife,

Lies the story of two brothers' life,

Their bond and love were put to test,

As fate played out its bitter jest.

One brother fought for truth and justice,

The other for power and dominance,

Their paths collided in a final fight,

Where the victor would determine what's right.

In the end, destiny had its way,

The brothers lay on the battlefield in dismay,

Their bond broken and their world shattered,

As the battle of destiny came to a final end

The Sage's Song

Amidst the chaos and confusion,

There stands a sage, full of illusion,

With eyes that see beyond the veil,

And wisdom that can never fail.

He speaks of life and all its strife,

Of love and death, of joy and strife,

His words are like a soothing balm,

That calm the mind, and bring it calm.

He tells of Krishna, the divine,

And how he lived a life so fine,

Of battles fought, and victories won,

Of lessons learned, and deeds well done.

He speaks of dharma, karma, and moksha,

And how they guide us on our path,

He shows us how to live with grace,

And to embrace life's every phase.

His words are like a gentle breeze,

That rustles through the leaves of trees,

And as we listen to his song,

We feel our hearts begin to long.

Long for peace, and love, and light,

And for the wisdom that makes life bright,

And as we leave his holy shrine,

We know that we will be just fine.