GREAT INDIA

The Great India

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My land is pure and gracious

Our nation ranks first in it's

Natural beauty and dignity.

Beautiful with mighty mountain

And merciful river and goddess sea.

A variety of birds, animals, flowers and small rivers with full of cool water is a great pride of Indian soil.the land of piousness

Fantastic and wondrous sight for ever

And it is attractive for outsiders ever

India is the holy and brightest land that gave birth to the heroic sons Bhagat Singh, Subhash Chandra Bose, the non-violent Gandhi and the patriots Nehru and Indira ,amazing and sacred land.

My India is the holy land that invokes the sanctified birth of Vivekananda, Dayananda Saraswati, Mirabai and Kabir.Rani Laxmi Bai faught for justice here

King Pazhassi took sword for rectitude.

My India is the pure land of Buddha, Jain and Mahavira, who call out the strong

And powerful and purest religious messages.

India is a rich land of beautiful and fascinating different languages in different parts

My India is a beautiful, golden heaven where Hindu, Muslim and Christian, many castes, different languages and people come together with unity and love.they unite with happiness and affection

We must become the golden legend written in the never-fading scripts of the fathomable sacred beautiful Bharat, which preserves patriotism, devotion, mutual love and help.respect her with deity

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This poem is written by Biju Sheerapani.

Very excellent description about our Great

India.It has given birth to heroic birth like

Bhagat Singh and Subash Chandra Bose.The non-violent Mahatma ji , patriot Jawaharlal Nehru and valour Indira Gandhi

Poetess,Mira bai , King pazhassi got exquisite birth in Great India.India is the land of beauty,holy rivers powerful mountains, goddess sea and singing birds.

Hindus, muslims and christians are living in holy land with unity,love and affection.

So we should respect our country.The great India should be protected by us.

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BIJU.S son of Sheerapani belongs to Alleppey (District)Kerala state.I have written so many poems —---------------------------------- The life and pulse of the soil we should be remembered, it is the farmer ever The farmer is born to grow gold in the soil Always great and symbol gratitude The farmer also evokes superiority in the working class with excellency A farmer is one who lovingly produces grains and vegetables in the field A farmer is one who labors in the soil without fear in wind, rain and heat. Our mother is the farmer who grows food in the land whenever we needed A cultivator who holds the melody and rhythm of the soil sacred and vigilant One who works without sleep even in the night is the farmer with proud and devotion Even after a thousand ages, let us remember the farmer with reverence For without a farmer, we shall never get Best crops ,cereals different vegetables The farmer who always feeds the Authorities, the minister, the police And the good people,The farmer always excels in his deeds and in his thoughts We must always remember and never forget even if we never salute the farmer Even if life is full of conflict,he goes forward without giving up confidence The little birds that flies in the field and Then the grasshopper and myna, the Cuckoo and the yellow sparrow sing songs lovingly by giving pleasure to the farmer Hiding the sorrow and digging in the soil, listening to the sound of the quill, the farmer will reap the gold, and the home and the working community will be proud. We must remember that we must always respect this source of pride and the other working class daily worship him because He alone is our breadwinnerand nobody is This poem is about the soul of the soil.Who is that ?Yes, our farmers .They produce grains and vegetables.Fruits are cultivated by them that we are getting from the market.It is the farmer who feeds and energizes all the ruling classes.We are not starving because the farmers are working despite the wind, rain and cold.If you don't salute this farming community, don't insult it.Farmer is the pride of Indianworking class.They have so many struggles and conflicts.But they go to forward with confidence.Wemust respect them.He is our bread winner.Farmer is happy when he hears the melody Of cuckoo and different sparrows,the singing birds.They visit the field daily and evoke the farmers for hardwork.Singing birds are the inspiration of the farmers.Cultivators are the soul of the soil.They reap the gold.Human should consider him as a pride of all the society in the World.Mr. Amarnath Sri Vastavji the great business man at( Teonthar Tehsil) Rewa (District) loved Farmers very much.This poem Dedicated to Mr.Amar Nath Shri Vastavji THE POET , BIJU.S FROM KERALA