nupur singhal Poems
|4.||We The Living.....||2/13/2007|
|6.||The Dreams Of An Insomnic...||3/27/2007|
|9.||The Smoker's Paradise...||4/14/2007|
|14.||A Long Time Ago...||9/20/2007|
|15.||Who Am I?||10/3/2007|
|16.||Past Can Be No Stranger...||9/20/2007|
|17.||Coming Back To Life...||8/1/2007|
|19.||The Sound Of Silence....||4/15/2007|
|20.||My Country India..||8/14/2007|
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My Country India..
with the stroke of the midnight,
a new life, a new stride..
a nation was born tender..
a dawn, an awakening to lead, my country INDIA...
the tricolour fluttering,
the winds favourable now seemed..
the struggle of those who bled,
tears of pain and grief...
a new promise was taken,
the demise of the last one when done..
to free our mother INDIA,
an oath, a pledge then and again taken..
let nothing bond her,
let all heavenly reside..
with all new inspirations,
let the people decide..
sixty years, a long time spent..
he stood on the rock, with the winds...
whishpering the authourities he had gathered.
he was the winner, the king today,
the numerous stuggles that had surmounted day by day.
mother's face glimmering in front of his face.
what hope she had always dripping from her eyes..
calculations n miscalculations more so,
stood by him, all through, as he sauntered for today.
rock solid was the faith that steered his ship..