Patriotic Poems Archive

Indepedence Day

Posted July 25, 2014 By Raj Shekhar Rana


The tea went in the sea
It started with a Big Bang
Brave men longed to be free
long before the bell rang

The war took its toll
though battles were won
Liberty was the goal
of almost everyone

In order to form a perfect union
The preamble was written
as they offered a communion
before the soldiers were smitten

Ideals stood firm in the revolution,
some have been lost along the way,
as democracy is another evolution.
Nothing’s louder than Independence Day

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Bedlam in Burbia

Posted July 24, 2014 By Raj Shekhar Rana

The fireflies were still out
just before sunrise
should have known something was wrong
When even the morning doves didn’t sing their song

The morbid popping sounds in the distance
Of left over pyrotechnic disturbance
hackneyed excitement turned excrement
floating down to the square miswatered lawns
That finds itself firmly uneducating
the late July sky

Never before has black gun powder
Ever unleashed a sound scarier
As my brow scrunched and my head cocked
I stepped out of the shower
went and peeked out my door unlocked

To my horror I stood by shell-shocked
As my eyes blurred and my jaw dropped
a harbinger of slashing fierce pit bull terrier
mercilessly shredding a young child by instinct behavior

As my shower towel fell
that moment when sonic sound stands still
Seems the newly purchased “Lord Byron”
is not what he seems,
Resonating residential urban echoing screams

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21 days to freedom

Posted July 24, 2014 By Raj Shekhar Rana

Two numbers that can change a memory.
A human brain needs time to change,
like the cycle of the moon
or sand falling through glass,
we require twenty-one days.

A cigarette burns like a beacon,
it removes doubt and muddles your mind,
it strokes your inner thoughts and whispers,
Oh so gently into your ear,
this life is just a little drag.

That shot glass fits finger and thumb,
like picking up a part that has fallen off.
It’s sweet innards carry us away from here,
to a reality that needs no coping,
a place where we are equal
even in our daughters eyes.

A change of attitude turns slowly,
the meek bloom from extinguished self doubt,
a feel of real worth bathes their fears
washing them away forever,
a new man, a new start.

Twenty-one days later
the cigarette is cancer on a stick
the shot glass is a bullet in your hand,
A brain can be reprogrammed.

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Anguilla Day! We say

Posted July 18, 2014 By Raj Shekhar Rana

Anguillians gather around to celebrate
Anguilla’s Independence Day
Or, our freedom I should say
We pay homage to our country
As the children run and play
With pic-nics, barbeques,boatracing
And fire works in the air

The flag we own
Is proudly flown
To show how much we care
We march head high
And salute the sky
But not just the flag we apply
For without God by our side
we could of truly died

My fellow Anguillians stand firm and strong
Because this our day will never go wrong
Lets shout hurray! hurray!
For its Anguilla Day! We say.

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Independence Day

Posted July 17, 2014 By Raj Shekhar Rana

“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.”

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Our Pride, Our Flag

Posted July 15, 2014 By Raj Shekhar Rana

The American Flag means much to all,
opportunity for some, to better their lot.
Life in freedom the dream to live out,
ponder the Red, White and Blue.

Sacrifice of blood the seed of liberty,
responsibility to all to keep the treasure.
Fight or vote your duty is sure.
Pay tribute to the Red, White and Blue.

Bravery in sacrifice displayed by red,
purity of liberty, shown in white.
Justice for all within the blue.
Freedom colors; Red, White and Blue.

One star now for each of fifty states,
First thirteen states one stripe for each.
Unity in diversity is our union’s strength.
Power shown in the Red, White and Blue.

The union of white stars on blue,
when flag displayed, is on the left.
Red, white stripes stretching right.
Display it right the Red, White and Blue.

As we read from left to right,
display the flag to prominent left.
When on the platform it’s to your right.
Salute with pride the Red, White and Blue.

The American Flag the pride of all,
of conservative right to liberal left.
Consider freedom, consider truth,
do it proud for the Red, White and Blue.

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Hero’s Price

Posted July 15, 2014 By Raj Shekhar Rana

Sergeant Chapman, soldier, hero.
To serve is soldiers’ sacrifice.
Heroes all, soldiers mission,
Some will die for freedom’s sake.

Duty to serve, duty to risk,
to run the gauntlet, his life for country.
He paid the price for our security.
The ultimate cost for freedom’s sake.

Families pride though little solace.
Sacrificed… their son for country.
His parents are home-side heroes.
Their hearts are torn ‘tween grief and pride.

The wife and children shall not forget
the husband, father they loved so well.
Sacrifice for us they bear,
the solemn grief, with pride they wear.

Patriot lives cost, born America.
Fallen soldier joins freedom’s greats.
We citizens grieve each price of life.
Patriot life paid to secure the USA.

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Posted July 9, 2014 By admin
I saw a burial with a bugler playing taps;
I turned to my father, “what happened?” I asked.
He clutched my hand and with a quiver in his voice,
he began to explain and his eyes became moist.

“My son,” he said, “this is rather difficult for me;
for an old veteran like myself this is tough to see.
In that coffin lies a genuine patriotic warrior,
an honest-to-God hero, an American soldier.

I appreciate that soldier and the service he gave,
and I honor his sacrifice as he’s laid in his grave.
He was honorable, selfless, courageous, and bold;
please remember him son, as you grow old.

The value of his service, I must explain,
if not remembered, will be lost in vain.
As a nation we’re nothing without soldiers like him;
and failing to remember would be a terrible sin.”

I listened in awe as my father spoke,
it seemed as if his heart were broke.
I suddenly remembered when he went to war,
and when he returned I thought nothing more.

I never asked why he walked with a limp,
and I didn’t care about why he was sick.
I was too busy enjoying the life that I had,
to realize that I had it because of dad.

I finally understood what my dad was about,
and it hurt so bad I cried out loud.
He sacrificed so much so I could be free,
and his battle scars were suffered for me.

It was my father’s spirit that spoke to me that day;
thank God I finally understood what he had to say.
I saluted his coffin as they laid him to rest,
and I thought about the medals pinned on his chest.

That I didn’t honor him sooner, I will always regret;
and I pledged that day to never again forget.
I’m proud that my dad was a patriotic warrior;
I’m honored to be the son of an American soldier.
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एक शहीद का बेटा!

Posted January 8, 2013 By admin

मेरे दोस्तों के पापा रोज उनको स्कूल छोड़ने आते हैं
आप मुझे स्कूल छोड़ने क्यों नहीं आते हो पापा
घर की एक दीवार पर आपकी एक तस्वीर टंगी हैं
माँ आपकी तस्वीर पर रोज फूल क्यों चढाती हैं पापा
घर की पूरानी अलमारी में एक यूनीफोर्म भी लटकी हैं
माँ रोज उस यूनीफोर्म को घंटो तक क्यों निहारती हैं पापा
माँ के हाथों में कंगन नहीं खनकते और पेरो में पायल भी
इश्वर से सारा दिन माँ क्यों ऐसे लडती रहती है पापा
माँ मुझे सीने से लगाकर थपकिया देती हैं अक्सर
माँ कहती है में शहीद का बेटा हूँ ये शहीद क्या होता है पापा!!

— सुनील “सोनू”

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