A huge salute to all the martyred sons who fought for this country and were able to bring back the pride! No matter how many years will cross , their sacrifices will always stay as a golden memory in the hearts of each and every citizen of India This is the sand of gold where iam born and it is a gift bestowed to me! I will always try to increase the pride of India !! Bharat mata ki jai !! Maa tujhe Salam!! Bande mataram!! Salam hai un jabazon ko !!
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This is not a poem nor a story.Just a message I want to send across to all the Indians.
Many people raise questions on India's Independence Day asking "Is India really independent?There is so much poverty".This comes across as a shock to me since all these people are either extremely heartless or just want to provoke people. This is OUR INDIA, our martyrs have given up their life for THIS INDIA and these people question our very own Independence! It is shameful to see a bunch of people sitting in this country and posting such stuff.It has seriously shocked me and hence I have chosen mirakee as a platform to let my thoughts reach people. To all the INDIANS on this platform, to remind them how our martyrs have fought bravely for OUR NATION'S INDEPENDENCE. Today we sit peacefully at our houses because someone fought a hard battle and gave up their lives for the nation 75 years back and I salute all of them and all Indians should because that is all we can do to show them respect and gratitude HAPPY 75TH INDEPENDENCE DAY JAI HIND! #India#Independenceday#salute#proud#respect#75
HAIL TO MY MOTHERLAND. A minacious day ,one of the deadliest nightmares,
26-11-2008, marked the scariest of massacres,
Like an eagle, it flew in our skies, with the thorny wings of death,
India quivered helplessly in the clutches of a cold-blooded wrath.
They came tip-toed from the land of terrorists , living tombs,
With humanity buried beneath the debris of explosives & bombs,
Rivers and lakes flowing within their territories, failed to quench their thirst,
Blood of innocence, could only satiate those snakes & calm their lust.
Eyes ceased to blink, people breathed too low, in fragments & bits,
They pleaded their hearts to tone down a bit so that no one listens to it's beats,
Blood dripped in through every new-born second, that spooky day,
Insane monsters , crumbled million lives, under their sanguinary sleigh.
India is a land of lions, they had forgotten, poor demons,
Steel-chested Indian force, ripped off the nerves of their bloody desires at once,
Indians worship visitors as God, they never disappoint their guests,
We offered our pious Earth, gifted a luxurious grave to them, where they eternally rest.
Hail to my mother land,
Hail to our soldiers,
Hail to our policemen,
Be brightest, MY TRICOLOUR among all the unfurling colours.
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