is dharti par paida hokar bhi kyu tum videsho me jaakar bas jaate ho, apne desh ko bhoolkar angrezo ki seva karaate ho, kya isi ko tum sapno ka bharat batate ho.
gandhi,subhash ne dilai azzadi humko fir bhi alexander ko great batate ho, shahjahan ne banaya taj mahal to kyu statue of liberty ko dekhte reh jaate ho, kya isi ko tum sapno ka bharat batate ho.
baal hanuman tha sabse pyaara fir kyu harry porter ko sunder batate ho, angrezi school me padkar hindi bolne se lajjit ho jate ho, kya isi ko tum sapno ka bharat batate ho.
mana desh ke neta chor hai par tum khud ko kyu baimaan banaate ho, kyu tum garibo ko maarkar ameero ke pair chaatte ho, kya isi ko tum sapno ka bharat batate ho.
tum shakespeare ke noble ko shreshth batate ho kya rabrindanath ki kavitao me koi khoth paate ho,jab kayi mahapurush hai hamaare paas to kyu james bond ke gun gaate ho, gandhi,subhash,nehru,bhagat ne dekha tha ek sapna azaad bharat ka to kyu ise partantra banate ho kaun dega fir se kurbani jab tum hi angrezi ke gun gaate ho, kya isi ko tum sapno ka bharat bataate ho.

Stop telling me lies
Stop fluttering your eyes
Before I make you cry

Stop holding me down
Stop pulling my hand
Before I tell on you

Don’t you know that
You're just a fool for me
I should have told you
You weren’t good ‘nough for me.

But times I thought we
We could make it
I was blind
I was a dreamer
But that was then
And this is now

Stop calling my name
Stop professing your love
I’d like to think you cruel

Stop whispering
Sweet words in the air
They don’t mean a thing

Stop calling my friends
Stop blowing my phone
I’ll just like rid of you

Stop with the gifts
Stop your kisses sweet
Coz I’ll like to forget your taste

Stop speaking
Don’t even breathe
Because you affect me so

Stop pretending to exist
Try to make it up
To life for being here

(spoken words)

Start living again
Try to forget my name
Because I’ll soon forget yours.

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.

Wedding Poems