India Of My Dream

India Of My Dream short poem

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Known by tiranga, is our developing nation,
Dreams come true, people play their part with passion ;
Civilised,cultured lilliputs with big hearts,
All together, love together is the dream for my nation…!

Salute to the soldiers, their attributes and sacrifices,
Value their relation left behind even after sun rises;
Corruption,terrorism, illiteracy or massacres,
Happy, if dream comes true, my nation leave these behind…!

Women empowerment, rise in education scope,
Are some visions moving ahead with hope;
Frame the constitution in better way,
Can enlighten the down trodden just by a light ray…!

Open your mind, the negativity cries,
To enlighten the kids, even the light dies;
Abolish the narrow mindedness, the untouchability,
Vision is mine, a country of all abilities…!

Dreaming that country where unity rains,
Dreaming that country where scam drains;
Vision of making disintegration wears manacles,
And does the democratic thought break the shackles…!

Stop the tears to cry,
Stop the blood to shed the blood;
Work for the dream India,
Make it a Clean India,Green India…!

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