ae mere watan ke logo,
zara utho sambhlo, jago.,
dekho-dekho ye rajnetik neta,
kahan le chale tumhare desh ko.
ab bhi waqt hai, cheen lo inke hathon se,
apne desh ko,
pata nahi kis khaee main
fenkenge legakar isko.
bahut kurbaniyo se jiti,
hamne ye azadi ki jang
aaj ki ye rajniti,
pata nahi kya layegi rang.
yadi chahte ho rehna azad,
to utho, sambhalo apne desh ko
mar kar in dhokhebaaz netaon ko dhakka
jet lo rajniti ki jang.
aur bolo unki jaikar
jinhone lekar di tumhe ye azadi ahirkaar.
khel ke khoon ki holi,
thama di tumhe desh ki doli.
aao milkar sab yatan kare
HINDUSTAN hamara azad rahe, khushaal rahe,
abad rahe saugaat rahe ,
duniya ke sar ka taj rahe,
JAI HIND.

HAPPY REPUBLIC DAY TO ALL THE INDIANS
BE PROUD TO BE AN INDIAN.

bharat ke rahne walo,
bharat ko zinda chodo.
aaj hua jo katle-aam,
kal na jane kya ho.
aaj hue neta gulam,
kal hoga bharat gulam.
neta hue paise ke adheen,
bharat hoga deshon ke adeen.
angrezon ne choda,
to ab amrican le lenge,
ye aaj ke neta,
kal ko phir royenge.

Children who die are not really gone,
But go to a place that is something like home,
Where they sleep the deep sleep, as quiet as stone,
Until we can join them when our lives are done.

Children who die are not really dead,
But just like good children tucked into bed,
Wait the long wait while we go ahead
Till our tales are all told and our tears are all shed.
Children who die feel no pleasure or pain
In the place where they wait till they see us again,
And all of us dance in a world washed with rain
Where the sun shines so brightly no sorrows remain.

'Twas then this land of ours we drew
From centuries of ice and sorrow,
And let it of the sun's warmth borrow,
And law and plow brought order new;
We dug the wealth in mountain treasured,
Our stately ships the oceans measured,
And springtime thoughts were free to run
As round the Pole the midnight sun.

And still with God we'll conquer, hold:
Each plot reclaimed for harvest-reaping,
Each ship our sea takes to its keeping,
Each child-soul we to manhood mold,
Each spark of thought our life illuming,
Each deed to fruit of increase blooming,--
A province adds unto our land
And o'er our freedom guard shall stand.

ACHHE LOGON KO GAALIYAN MAT DO
ACHHE LOG TO NANHE KHARGOSH HOTE HAIN
AUR EK LOMDI DUNIYA MEIN
MASTI SE UCHALTE KUDTE RAHTE HAIN
AUR KISI EK DIN
CHARCHAON KE SHIKARI JUNGLE MEIN
APNE AAP KO LAHU LUHAAN PAATE HAIN
ACHHE LOG TO CHANDAN KE PED HOTE HAIN
JO VISHDHARON KI JAKDAN MEIN JAWAAN HOTE HAIN
AUR ZINDAGI KE CHOTE BADE YAGYON MEIN
SAMIDHA BAN HOM HO JAATE HAIN
ACHHE LOG LALCHI NAHIN HOTE
WOH MONSOON KE BAADLON KI TARAHAATA HAIN
AUR KUCH DER BARAS KAR
AAKASH SE CHALE JAATE HAIN
AAJ AKHBAAR KI BAHUT SAARI KHABRON KE BEECH
EK CHOTI SI KHABAR YE BHI HAI
KAL RAAT SHAHER KE SABSE BARE ASPTAAL MEIN
EK GHAAYAL BADAL SISAKTA HUA AAYA THA
AUR ANTIM ROOP MEIN BARAS JAANE SE PEHLE
AAKASH PAR KUCH DER KE LIYE CHAYA THA.

Kindergarten graduation
Is the end of a beginning.
Now we start the numbered grades,
Dancing through the years of grace.
Ends require celebration,
Rituals of well-earned winning,
Giving kids the accolades
A dancer needs to keep the pace.
Rejoice, then, in the raw sensation,
The shyness bursting, rapture spinning.
Eventually, the glory fades,
Nor can it run so long a race.

Wedding Poems