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4 Best Independence Day Poems in English 2021

Best Picked Independence Day Poem: Let’s Make Independence Day Poetic

Poems bring magic already in our hearts because the way words are spun around to give out beautiful pieces. Independence Day 2021 is approaching and we are gearing up for the day as this year it falls on sunday and so your sunday plans can be bit patriotic celebrating the nation and patriotism. You might be busy with finding the right happy independence day wishes in english, Hindi, or other languages so that you can create your greetings well in advance. This time you can choose to do different things, like every year if you present your best speech in society, office meet or social gathering, this time you can pick on presenting a poem. For your ease, here are the best selected poems for you to narrate on Independence Day.

My India

“Not where the musk of happiness blows,

Not where darkness and fears never tread;

Not in the homes of perpetual smiles,

Nor in the heaven of a land of prosperity

Would I be born

If I must put on mortal garb once more…”

– by P.Yogananda Tagore

The Gift of India

“Is there ought you need that my hands withhold,

Rich gifts of raiment or grain or gold?

Lo ! I have flung to the East and the West

Priceless treasures torn from my breast,

And yielded the sons of my stricken womb

To the drum-beats of the duty, the sabers of doom…..”

The Gift of India

Happy Independence Day !!!

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Colourful India

Our’s is a land of sages,

Known for bravery for ages.

None can with it compete,

Its culture none can beat.

Whatever caste or religion,

All live here in unison.

With rivers, sweet fountains,

it’s a land of high mountains.

Its green forests are pretty,

And are source of prosperity.

Let’s for it work hard,

For its safety, be on guard.

Independence Day

On this Independence Day

We remember the years past.

We honor this very day

for our flag, old glory, has last.

On this Independence Day

two centuries ago, we

declared our independence

for justice and liberty.

Let us celebrate with joy and honesty

Happy Independence Day!!!

“Where the mind is without fear

and the head is held high;

Where knowledge is free;

Where the world has not been

broken up into fragments by

narrow domestic walls;

Where words come out from

the depth of truth;

Where tireless striving stretches

its arms towards perfection;

Where the clear stream of reason

has not lost its way into the dreary

desert sand of dead habit;

Where the mind is lead forward by thee

into ever-widening thought and action-

Into that heaven of freedom, my Father,

let my country awake.”

– by Rabindranath Tagore

(from Geetanjali)

My sleep got disturbed, thrice that day;

I could not sleep tho’ a holiday;

My mind was filled with thoughts unclear;

I got up in the morn, much earlier;

‘Twas India’s Independence Day!

Thunder, lightning filled the night’s Sky;

The day much overcast did fly;

The Rain was just a drizzle that day;

Wetted the ground of mud and clay;

‘Twas 15th of August, a rainy day.

The pea-birds howled and groaned that night;

The Rain made them shiver with fright;

Though ten, it looked like six in the morn;

The Sun behind the clouds had gone;

The Sky ground-glass remained that day.

The leaky tap-waters that fell,

Raised wavelets, ploppy-toned and swell;

Rain-drops on cables looked like pearls;

Dropped, formed again, enticing souls;

It looked it would rain long that day.

Rain-drops hanging beneath fir-twigs;

Glittered in the scarce light like figs;

The whole tree was aglow, alit;

A thing of beauty, don’t miss it!

The Sky looked like a barred-white board!

A frail, brown-skinned, bony human,

With sack on head, bent-back, he ran!

The Indian was agonizing!

Tho’ people keep sermonizing!

Fifty years after Independence!

What good was done for the common-man?

– by Dr John Celes

“Is there ought you need that my hands withhold,

Rich gifts of raiment or grain or gold?

Lo ! I have flung to the East and the West

Priceless treasures torn from my breast,

And yielded the sons of my stricken womb

To the drum-beats of the duty, the sabers of doom…..”

The Gift of India

– by Sarojini Naidu

Hope these poems not only win your heart but also the people that will be listening to your narration.