"Democratic India"

"Divided by Choices , united with Love"

This day reminds us of how the great freedom fighters worked hard to give us the liberty to live in Purna Swaraj. It's because of their struggles that we live in a democratic country where each citizen enjoys many rights.

Today is the day to reaffirm our duty as citizens, to stay committed to diversity, fraternity and secularity of the World's Largest Democracy... India

Let's spread the message which the tricolor gives. Let's spread peace, humanity, and prosperity among the people. Freedom in Mind, Faith in Words, Pride in our Heart, Memories in our soul, Let’s salute the nation on Republic Day. The world will respect us only if we keep our heads high and take pride in the fact that we are Indians.

A Very Happy Republic Day

Jai Jawan, Jai Kisan, Jai Vigyan!

Jai Hind!

In context

category :-poetry

approach :- Patriotism

Democratic India

©Fida Rasul Baig

Where the mind is without fear

and the head is held high;

Where knowledge is free;

Where the world has not been

broken up into fragments by

narrow domestic walls;

Where the words come out from

the depth of truth;

Where tireless striving stretches

its arms towards perfection;

Where the clear stream of reason

has not lost its way into the dreary

desert sand of dead habit;

Where the mind is led forward by thee

into ever-widening thought and action –

Into that heaven of freedom, my Father,

let my country awake.

“Is there ought you need that my hands withhold,

Rich gifts of raiment or grain or gold?

Lo ! I have flung to the East and the West

Priceless treasures torn from my breast,

And yielded the sons of my stricken womb

To the drum-beats of the duty, the sabers of doom.

Gathered like pearls in their alien graves

Silent they sleep by the Persian waves,

Scattered like shells on Egyptian sands,

They lie with pale brows and brave, broken hands,

they are strewn like blossoms mown down by chance

On the blood-brown meadows of Flanders and France.

Can ye measure the grief of the tears I weep

Or compass the woe of the watch I keep?

Or the pride that thrills thro’ my heart’s despair

And the hope that comforts the anguish of prayer?

And the far sad glorious vision I see

Of the torn red banners of victory?

when the terror and the tumult of hate shall cease

And life be refashioned on anvils of peace,

And your love shall offer memorial thanks

To the comrades who fought on the dauntless ranks,

And you honor the deeds of the dauntless ones,

Remember the blood of my martyred sons!”

This is the Gift of India

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