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| The !:Global Sindhis Network is not currently active and cannot accept new posts | (Poem) Great India | Views: 578 | May 08, 2007 4:29 am | | (Poem) Great India | # | ~ ever happy ~ ani. | | (For my Sindhi Bhavra ayen Bhenaar)
The home of settlers early Around the Indus River valley, Was named "India" A sub-continent of Southern Asia.
The Aryan worshippers referred to the river 'Indus' as 'Sindhu' The Persian invaders converted into 'Hindu', "India" has been a land of rural charm and urban prosperity And a wellspring of agriculture and artistry.
Ancient and medieval India, so compelling Had myriad of kingdoms and kings, The Turks, The Afghans, The Mughals and finally, The British With whom our noble 'Jawans' fought and today, their memories, we cherish.
Ultimately, with Gandhi-ji's non-violence His unyielding attitude and eminence, He could convince The British, to give us 'Independence'.
On August 15, 1947, India became a dominion Although, between the Hindus & Muslims, sad was the partition, On January 26, 1950, Republic India, formed a Constitution And Late Jawaharlal Nehru ruled the Nation.
India is a country known for its rich culture Magnificient splendour, Bountiful treasures And fascinating literature.
Aryabhatt The well known scientist, Invented the digit 'zero' And became Number System's 'hero'.
Algerba, Trignometry and Calculus Originated in India 'ingenious', In Takshila, the World's First University Was established in the 4th Century.
Indian masterpiece monuments, the 'Taj Mahal' The 'Hawa Mahal', the 'Konark Temple', Are examples of splendid architecture Beautiful, beyond measure.
India basks in the warmth of folk painters Metal workers, wood carvers, loom weavers, Textile printers, sculptors, jewelers Doctors, architects and engineers.
India is known for agricultural flourish, a land of gold Also, for religions, manifold, Great Epics, 'Sanskrit', 'Gita' and 'Yoga' Astrology, Vedas and 'Ayurveda'.
People with vibrant spirit and also, friendly Is Indian speciality, They give great love and respect To elders and their guest.
India has diverse cuisine, so delicious With aromatic flavors and food sumptuous, Folk dances, festivals exuding extravagance Giving joy and merriment, in abundance.
To the River Ganges, I humbly pay my homage And also to India's heritage, I am so proud of India, a country, so great and mighty With pristine beauty.
anita butani 08 05 2007
Private Reply to ~ ever happy ~ ani. | May 08, 2007 4:58 am | | re: (Poem) Great India | # | Sonu C | | Hi Anita, That is a nice poem. Good way to pen down the history with sentiments..
Private Reply to Sonu C | May 08, 2007 5:48 am | | re: re: (Poem) Great India | # | ~ ever happy ~ ani. | | Sonu,
Much appreciate your reading the poem and your good comments. Thanks.
anita.Private Reply to ~ ever happy ~ ani. | May 08, 2007 6:05 am | | re: (Poem) [2]-Body versus Soul | # | Dinesh Punjabi | | Written by Anita Butani.
(one of my very old poems)
Poliomyelitis has left on me a callous, ineffaceable stamp And has very much spoilt the contours of my body, Oh! Lord, was it I left alone to face This little deformation, that has marred my entire charm.
Yet, when I hear little children me on the streets tease I dare not blame them, for theirs is no malicious talk, I simply feel they are demigods Who really do not mean to pulverize my heart.
But, again, I feel I am better off, without the crutches, I can walk Oh! Thank you a lot my benignant God, I am very much complacent with what you gave and what I am Learning that the beauty of the 'soul' is better than body's.
anita butani 08 05 07 (Global Sindhis Msg Board Post)
Private Reply to Dinesh Punjabi | May 12, 2007 5:44 am | | (Poem) - A mother | # | ~ ever happy ~ ani. | | (For Mother's Day - 13th of May Dear mothers & mother's to be, "Happy Mother's Day", in advance)
A lady who dotes on the child, even when in her womb Whatever be the gift of God, she wants it to bloom, Right from the day, she knows, she will be a mother She is immensely glad, no matter if it is a son, or a daughter.
As the child is born to her Her happiness is inconceivable, beyond measure, For she feels life is now complete With a child, family, replete.
She feels God has been kind and generous To gift her a child, invaluable and precious, For her infant The attachment is abundant.
Oh! What care she takes to bring up the child With a tenderness, so subtle and mild, Her eyes will not shut, let it be day or night When the baby is sick, ailing and not alright.
Her passion to grow the kid with endearing emotions And a lot of dreams, aspirations and ambitions, Is an amalgam of love and anguish Which she will under no circumstances, relinquish.
For a child, a mother is always a source of inspiration A coaxing soul, a guide, a teacher of education, She is a symbol of affection and determination In rearing children, to her heart’s satisfaction.
A mother is a personage Who will her child ever encourage, To climb up the ladder of life, slowly and steadily With utmost caution, reach the top, joyfully and willingly.
This relationship of a mother and a kid Which Lord has created, is really so splendid, Even though, tall and big, the child grows A mother is a mother, to serve her child, she is ever on her toes.
To sum up, a mother is a portrait of love immense An embodiment of sincerity and patience, An endearing picture of perseverance And undoubtedly, remarkable and par excellence.
anita butani
Private Reply to ~ ever happy ~ ani. | May 12, 2007 6:39 am | | re: (Poem) - A mother | # | RAJAN ADVANI | | Anita- this is for you-
Private Reply to RAJAN ADVANI | May 16, 2007 5:06 am | | re: re: (Poem) - A mother | # | ~ ever happy ~ ani. | | Rajan,
Thanks a ton for the applause. I was really happy to see the lovely picture.
Regards,
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