Imagine India after 40 years and frame a poem.
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Poem :-
India the land of culture
India the land of humanity
India the land of harmony
will it be continued far?
the future land of traditional religion
will it be continued far?
humanity is in its heart
harmony is in its cultural eye
diversity is it's Nature
will it be continued far?
it's said that "it's become populous."
it's said that "it's become weaker"
it's said that "it's become dull"
nope.
after the 4 decades it will be mature fast
it will be diversity hub
India the place of religion
India the place of diversity
India the place of monuments
will it be continued far?
yes , 4 decades are enough to grow
4 decades are enough to develop
4 decades are enough for all
yes , it will continue its reputation
yes, it will continue it's prosperity
yes, it will continue its nature of diversity
even, it will become the land of diversity in all things
yes, the India will become more tremendous
yes, it will become more fabulous
yes, it will become more historic
yes, it will become more fantabulous
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thank you
here's your answer looking for
Poem :-
India the land of culture
India the land of humanity
India the land of harmony
will it be continued far?
the future land of traditional religion
will it be continued far?
humanity is in its heart
harmony is in its cultural eye
diversity is it's Nature
will it be continued far?
it's said that "it's become populous."
it's said that "it's become weaker"
it's said that "it's become dull"
nope.
after the 4 decades it will be mature fast
it will be diversity hub
India the place of religion
India the place of diversity
India the place of monuments
will it be continued far?
yes , 4 decades are enough to grow
4 decades are enough to develop
4 decades are enough for all
yes , it will continue its reputation
yes, it will continue it's prosperity
yes, it will continue its nature of diversity
even, it will become the land of diversity in all things
yes, the India will become more tremendous
yes, it will become more fabulous
yes, it will become more historic
yes, it will become more fantabulous
__________________________________________
thank you
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Heya..Empress Here!!
• Here's a long poem of mine dripping continuously with ideas! Just hoping that you'll love it!!
It was old and dead and dreary when,
Red coats ruled on us back to Forty Seven.
They killed and stole and burned,
But lost against our great men.
It was then when darkness lived,
When cruelty's roots were fixed,
Yet we torn those into pieces,
And this poem was well skimmed.
Back then it was all red.
Cries and stones were all bloodshed.
The Earth was covered with all,
The bodies that lied rotting and all dead.
And back when I was 15,
I was studying all too keen!
But there was still a thing,
That wasn't right and seemed so mean.
Murders and rapes were roaming about,
I was tired of all those tearful shouts.
We were still under the rule
But that time it was the crime in it's loud!
There were children stolen and sold,
Their future gone untold.
Some were made blind and deaf,
Some bodies lied dead behold.
Some were in the factories,
Far away from bed time stories.
They made crackers, they made bricks!
Unlike other kids, they had worries.
Forty years and my wrinkles fifty five
India is still yet to thrive
There are still crimes and scary shouts
Murders, rapes and matricides.
Well only some of the changes came
But crime still rules and plays games
We are still weak and bowing against it
We are not strong but are lame.
We have achieved a lot in science
Lot achieved from diamond mines
But we are still not able to change anything
Still trapped under those bloodshed vines.
Our country lies on top today
We have many ambitious ways
Still inside it's brownish red
The spoils of blood in soil yet stays.
My hands are weak and so do I
I am not strong enough to try
But try to show this thing to all
To change these words which all are mine.
Tell them to first experience this
Tell them to bring blushes and bliss
Make aware that this may come
But only if they wish for this.
If they are fighting for their will
Destroying bad, slaying evil
Then I must say that it'll be bright
There will be no cold, will be no chill.
No darkness will extend it's fog
No cruelty will be the lord
40 years are still the same
In my time line, there is still smog.
My timeline is filled with poison
Humanity, happiness all gone!
We may be powerful but
Our feelings and hearts yet out worn.
In 40 years you will see
Dead children and burning trees
If you will not follow my words
You will be everything but free.
Freedom will not be there
Even if you search it everywhere
So take your time and get ready
For what's to come and be aware.
I see in these 40 years
India is all ruined with tears
It's been a while since I sensed
A single smile, a single cheer.
And as I am trying to end
This message with my trembling hand
Shall I tell thou that be kind
Be good else you can't stand.
Be free, be nice and caring
Try to fly as high with your wings
And then you'll be able to change
YOUR 40 years that are coming.
- Kaileena
• Well for those who don't get this poem - The after 40 years India that I see is filled either crimes and murders and all and it's just kind of a message to change it now so that none has to face worse afterwards :D.
• Here's a long poem of mine dripping continuously with ideas! Just hoping that you'll love it!!
It was old and dead and dreary when,
Red coats ruled on us back to Forty Seven.
They killed and stole and burned,
But lost against our great men.
It was then when darkness lived,
When cruelty's roots were fixed,
Yet we torn those into pieces,
And this poem was well skimmed.
Back then it was all red.
Cries and stones were all bloodshed.
The Earth was covered with all,
The bodies that lied rotting and all dead.
And back when I was 15,
I was studying all too keen!
But there was still a thing,
That wasn't right and seemed so mean.
Murders and rapes were roaming about,
I was tired of all those tearful shouts.
We were still under the rule
But that time it was the crime in it's loud!
There were children stolen and sold,
Their future gone untold.
Some were made blind and deaf,
Some bodies lied dead behold.
Some were in the factories,
Far away from bed time stories.
They made crackers, they made bricks!
Unlike other kids, they had worries.
Forty years and my wrinkles fifty five
India is still yet to thrive
There are still crimes and scary shouts
Murders, rapes and matricides.
Well only some of the changes came
But crime still rules and plays games
We are still weak and bowing against it
We are not strong but are lame.
We have achieved a lot in science
Lot achieved from diamond mines
But we are still not able to change anything
Still trapped under those bloodshed vines.
Our country lies on top today
We have many ambitious ways
Still inside it's brownish red
The spoils of blood in soil yet stays.
My hands are weak and so do I
I am not strong enough to try
But try to show this thing to all
To change these words which all are mine.
Tell them to first experience this
Tell them to bring blushes and bliss
Make aware that this may come
But only if they wish for this.
If they are fighting for their will
Destroying bad, slaying evil
Then I must say that it'll be bright
There will be no cold, will be no chill.
No darkness will extend it's fog
No cruelty will be the lord
40 years are still the same
In my time line, there is still smog.
My timeline is filled with poison
Humanity, happiness all gone!
We may be powerful but
Our feelings and hearts yet out worn.
In 40 years you will see
Dead children and burning trees
If you will not follow my words
You will be everything but free.
Freedom will not be there
Even if you search it everywhere
So take your time and get ready
For what's to come and be aware.
I see in these 40 years
India is all ruined with tears
It's been a while since I sensed
A single smile, a single cheer.
And as I am trying to end
This message with my trembling hand
Shall I tell thou that be kind
Be good else you can't stand.
Be free, be nice and caring
Try to fly as high with your wings
And then you'll be able to change
YOUR 40 years that are coming.
- Kaileena
• Well for those who don't get this poem - The after 40 years India that I see is filled either crimes and murders and all and it's just kind of a message to change it now so that none has to face worse afterwards :D.
awesome , fabulous , tremendous , fantastic, historic, fantabulous, mind blowing and yeah winning wala type
:-)
wc
ooo wow sis great, hardworking :p
well done
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