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Happy Independence Day!

 What does everyone tell you to be?

They tell you to be independent.

But if you aren't independent, what will you be?

No one likes being dependent. 


India was ruled by British, 

About 80 years ago.

And India never got the chance, 

To show that it belonged alone.


India is a strong country,

It fights wars with movements of peace.

But British decided to come take over,

Decided that we were timid and weak.


Peace is stronger than you might think,

Which is what drove the Britishers away.

Mahatma Gandhi's peace movement,

Showed India the way.


India does not fight any wars,

Yet India is strong.

India is well developed in peace,

It has shown mightiness all along.


On this day, we come together,

To celebrate the day India won independence.

Being an Indian is a thing to be proud of,

So come join in the celebrations!


Let us sing our national anthem,

Which is carried to far off places by the wind,

There is none as great as being able to say,

Jai Hind!

Comments

  1. Shriyan!! Very happy to see your love for our motherland! There’s a famous saying in Sanskrit which goes like this - ‘ जननी जन्मभूमिश्च स्वर्गादपि गरीयसी’ which translates to ‘Mother and Motherland are greater than Heaven itself!’
    India is truly a great country - a perfect amalgamation of culture and technology! We have a rich history and a richer future too!! It feels good to see that young kids as yourself realize the beauty and greatness of our nation. Your poem has portrayed the splendor of our country very aptly!! Very well written da pattu chelllammmm!! ❤️ ❤️

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