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Poem on warriors of indian independence of almost 100 words. ​

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Answered by kapilp10101
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India is all set to celebrate the 71st year of Independence from the British rule, and people are already busy making several preparations for the grand event. India became independent from the British Rule on August 15, 1947, and one of the best ways to celebrate Independence Day 2017 is by looking back and reading some inspiring Patriotic poems by some of our leaders. The Indian Independence Day has been mentioned in the literary world by various renowned poets and writers like Rabindranath Tagore, Sarojini Naidu and others. Best Independence Day PatrioticThere are several poems on India's spirit of nationalism that drives every Indian into a patriotic zone. From Rabindranath Tagore's 'India Awakens' to Sarojini Naidu's 'The Gift of India', there are various famous English poems that are a must in every Independence Day celebration. These poems account for the struggle that Indians went through for hundreds of years before finally being given the gift of independence. While we often tend to take our freedom for granted, events like Independence Day and Republic Day remind us of the importance of India's independence. As we celebrate 71st Independence Day of India, here are a few famous patriotic poems that will give you all the inspiration you need and fill your heart with pride. Indian Independence Day Performance Videos on Patriotic

Answered by nuzhatzeeshan
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poem

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.

Gathered like pearls in their alien graves

Silent they sleep by the Persian waves,

Scattered like shells on Egyptian sands,

They lie with pale brows and brave, broken hands,

they are strewn like blossoms mown down by chance

On the blood-brown meadows of Flanders and France.

Can ye measure the grief of the tears I weep

Or compass the woe of the watch I keep?

Or the pride that thrills thro' my heart's despair

And the hope that comforts the anguish of prayer?

And the far sad glorious vision I see

Of the torn red banners of victory?

when the terror and the tumult of hate shall cease

And life be refashioned on anvils of peace,

And your love shall offer memorial thanks

To the comrades who fought on the dauntless ranks,

And you honour the deeds of the dauntless ones,

Remember the blood of my martyred sons!

The Gift of India

- Sarojini Naidu

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