Question

write poem on Independence day in English

Answer 1

Better than Heaven or Arcadia 
I love thee, O my India! 
And thy love I shall give 
To every brother nation that lives. 
God made the Earth; 
Man made confining countries 
And their fancy-frozen boundaries. 
But with unfound boundless love 
I behold the borderland of my India 
Expanding into the World. 
Hail, mother of religions, lotus, scenic beauty,and sages! 
Thy wide doors are open, 
Welcoming God's true sons through all ages. 
Where Ganges, woods, Himalayan caves, and 
men dream God - 
I am hallowed; my body touched that sod."

written by
Swami Yogananda Paramhansa.

Answer 2

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