Monday, 1 October 2012

Poem: "My definition for my nation"



Where lays the heritage of ages past....
Where the roll cultural traditions is so vast;
Where survive the six major religions...
That's my India, best amongst all nations...!

Here lies humility in the earth...
Of what I'm proud; that i got here, my birth;
Where lies the humanity in each's heart..
That's my India, were just a speck is my art...!

Where sings the Koyal, in her sweet tone...
Where dances the peacock in glee or moan:
There survive millions of heart, in one single nation...
That's my India with a beauty beyond imagination..!

To whom the Great Himalayas are a crown...
There flows the Ganga, with a deep sound;
Where the 7 sisters are held to eastern hand...
That's my India, here lies my own sand..!

Where seen is the sun at dusk and dawn...
Where great boons like Gandhi are born;
Where the beaches merge with the oceans...
That's my India, as per by my definitions..! 
   Written by:- Amandeep Singh

Friday, 13 January 2012

THE UNSOLVED MYSTERY



None knows what it is, from where it arrive to where it depart
It comes, stays and goes with a dart
To us it seems to live in the heaven's heath
Or might be in the God's leathe

None knows what it is, from where it arrive to where it depart

None on the blue ball can make his image on the chart
Without it doesn't work the brain and the heart
It leaves alone the body's organ and the sheath
It leaves and then stops everything along with the breath

None knows what it is, from where it arrives to where it depart

Waste are all the parts when it departs,
It can any time depart giving the tart,
It is the unsolved mystery between birth and death,
All stand with a question its mystery's neath
None knows what it is, from where it arrive to where it depart

WRITTEN BY - AKHILESH JAISWAL




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Wednesday, 11 January 2012

THE GOLDEN TIME-Akhilesh Jaiswal

THE GOLDEN TIME
The golden time, its the life's golden time
In which no care is of the dime
All the world's happiness is along
As it is the period of rights to be wrong

The golden time, its the life's golden time

It seems as a mixture of mango and lime
Who doesn't care about the grime
Ignoring the mad elements they get lost in a song
They study but anxiously wait for the gong

The golden time, its the life's golden time

Slowly ends this golden time with a rime
This time is of all ages prime
But it does not exists for long
And ends with the start of tong

The golden time, its the life's golden time


Written by- Akhilesh Jaiswal

Monday, 9 January 2012

My dream N.I.C.E- Akhilesh Jaiswal

POEM - MY DREAM
Its a dream, my dream
Its a stream, I'll make it a stream
My plans will never fade
My steps will never come under shade


Its a dream, my dream


It seems as soft as a cream
But its a ray of light or a beam
As i am without any aid
And i am in much wade

Its a dream, my dream


But in me is a confidence teem

To make true my dream
None can make me forbade
As i have kept away the jade

Its a dream, my dream
Its a dream, my dream

Note:-Rhyming scheme- aabba

Written by - Akhilesh Jaiswal

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Monday, 21 November 2011

The N.I.C.E motto song



Onetime for me”.
I need a chance onetime,
An opportunity or a post Divine.
Give me a chance,
Give it onetime.
To serve my country,
To make myself free,
From this Boring, Struggling life.
I need a chance onetime.
Allow me thee,
To set EVERYONE free,
This would be an attempt to make me glee
Just a chance, just single time,
Give me a chance, Give me onetime.
Give me a chance, Give me onetime.                                By- Amandeep Singh.

Sunday, 25 September 2011

Rani Lakshmi Bai of Jhansi.


            As we all know that before some years we were the slaves of Britain. The British were cruel and treated our people very badly. Some people protested against it and they were also given severe punishments. To save people from these punishments great leaders and queens took birth. Amongst them one was the Rani Lakshmi Bai.
             She was born on 13th November, 1835. Her father’s name was Moraprant and mother’s was Bhagirathi.Her childhood name was Manu. She grew up in the company of Nana Sahib, the son of Peshwa Bajirao who also liked her. That time India was the slave of the British. The farmers and the people of north India were troubled of the Britishers. They took heavy amount of land revenue from the poor farmers. If the farmers were could not pay the tax they were cruelly punished by the Britishers. Nevertheless Lakshmi Bai did not like it and revolted against it. In the first war of Independence which is sometimes simply called ‘Mutiny’ or the ‘Great upheaval’. She bravely fought for her kingdom and refused to bow her head before the Britishers. It was at an early age when she was married to Gangadhar Rai who was then the ruler of Jhansi. After some days of marriage Gangadhar became seriously ill, then they adopted a son, Damodar as they had no son of their own. Soon Gangadhar died. After his death, Lord Dalhousie who was the Governor General, following the Docto0r Lapse refused to accept Damodar as the king.
             Rani Lakshmi was brave enough, she did not stop to fight for freedom. She collected weapons and ammution. When the British invaded the fort of Jhansi, they were surprised to see the brave daughter of the motherland India, with sword in her hand answering forcefully the cruel strokes of might enemies.
            Lakshmi Bai was certainly of no match of the British power . After losing Jhansi she fought for the fort of Gwalior. She continued fighting for her country till her last breath. After her many great leaders also sacrificed their lives to grt India free. Now just because of their hard work we are free.

Shivaji- the Great


                             

          The Marathas were the people who lived in Pune and some parts of Maharashtra. They were brave and courageous people and their economic source was based on agriculture. The Marathas also worked under the Mughals. It was Shivaji, at that time who brought awakening among the Marathas.
            Shivaji was born in 1627 A.D. at Shivner, a place near Pune. His father Shahji Bhonsle was a chief in the court of Sultan of Bijapur. His father remained out for most of the time and so Shivaji’s education was the responsibility of his mother Jijabai. Shivaji’s tutor was Konddeva. He was trained by them in warfare as well as in administration.
            Shivaji was very ambitious. He wanted to become a king. Therefore he gathered some men to form a small army. He made this army expert in guerilla warfare. Using the guerilla warfare the soldiers of Shivaji’s army even could fight with small army. Due to this he was given the title of ‘mountain rat’.
            The Mughal ruler at that time was Aurangzeb. When Aurangzeb heard about Shivaji’s exploits, he sent Shaista Khan to destroy him. Nevertheless Shaista khan was defeated by Shivaji at Poona. At last due to Shivaji’s exploits Aurangzeb declared him as king. In 1674, Shivaji was crowned king at his capital Raigarh. It was the birth of the first Maratha state.
            Shivaji was not only a good soldier but also a good administrator. He made the people arise against the mighty Mughals.