Poetry defines our emotions in the best possible manner. And when it comes to our mother Earth, nothing more beautiful can be said to describe her than what a poetry can. Here are some fascinating Patriotic Poems on India written by some renowned writers:देश प्रेम से भरी हुईं कविताएं हिंदी में पढ़ें के लिये क्लिक करें
Where the Mind is Without Fear
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 led forward by thee into ever-widening
thought and action-
Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake
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,
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
India, My India
India, my India, where first human eyes awoke to heavenly light!
All Asia s holy place of pilgrimage, great Motherland of might!
World-mother, first giver to humankind of philosophy and sacred lore,
Knowledge thou gav st to man, God-love, works, art, religion s opened door.
O even with all that grandeur dwarfed or turned to bitter loss and maim,
How shall we mourn who are thy children and can vaunt thy mighty name?
Before us still there floats the ideal of those splendid days of gold;
A new world in our vision wakes, Love s India we shall rise to mould.
India, my India, who dare call thee a thing for pity s grace today?
Mother of wisdom, worship, works, nurse of the spirit s inward ray!
Fifty days of independence from you.
You that I am when finally I sleep.
Where colours blur into a muddy brown
and almond eyes are startingly blue.
You are my context, my only clue.
How do you deny me when I am you?
My tongue curls sounds that you have made.
My box is of stones that you have laid.
I love you and loathe you, my lost is yours,
Your home and mine are foreign shores,
Brown as a nut, and as bleached as afraid,
we are the monster that you have made,
Slowly, slowly the ignorant learn,
Look at us, look at us, we are a thing apart--
Like father like daughter, can t finish what I start.