A – Z poetry : “V”

One alphabet as a muse at a time. Here is “V”



Victory for those who  dies courageously,

Valuable are the souls who fought nobly,

Valhalla awaits the arrival of the brave ones,

Vanity is never a pleasure for the destined sons…

Vendetta brings on the verge every clan,

Velour clothed men die in valor,

Valley of Fjordane echoes with trots,

Valkyries arrive with a predestined notch!

Vanquishing every evil of the region,

Vanish the storming Valkyries in the verdure,

Versing a true form of Valiance,

Vignetting the history of Odin and his warriors! 

Written by the incredibly talented poetess Soumya! Must check out her blog and book…

A – Z poetry : “P” (another entry)


Phenomenal Paralympics

Paragons of courage,

Phenomenal was the stage,

Paralympics was the occasion,

Proud was every nation.

Pain had no place,

Pleasure on each face,

Participants with such high spirits,

Pleased audiences with full credits.

Performances like heroes,

Perception of the world was transformed,

Practicing sport like never before,

Praiseful waves stormed.

Paralympics instilled in every human being,

Prevailed only one feeling,

Pointless is the disability,

Precious is their ability to create

Provided with even such fate.

Pistorius is one such person,

Privileged I am to mention,

Persuaded his desire to be the best,

Placed was he above the rest.

Provided such immense inspiration,

Paradigm of champions at heart,

Priceless is their endless contribution.


This is a guest post by Khimya Khetarpal. See her blog here. A promising new blogger around WP, who wants to make this world a better place.

Indian Republic Day special

saluting the heroes


Hai salaam har us jazbe ko
Jeet kayi jisne dilwai hai
Seema par chhati taan khade hue
Jab jab mushkil aayi hai..

Na sard khawaon se jhuke ho tum
na registaan ki mitti ne tumhe jhukaya hai
Jab jab desh dagmagaya apni jadon se
Ye tiranga tumne ooncha lehraya hai

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Apni maa se ek fauji jawan ne
Jitna putra prem paaya hai
Usse kayi zyada bharat maa ko
Wohi prem bhav lautaya hai..

Na firk rahi tumhe aur kisi rishte ki
Is bandhan ko sabse uncha tumne maana hai
Diya lahu uss mitti ko
Jiski mamta ne paala posa aur sehlaya hai..

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Dushaman se ladte ladte
Tumne laashon ka dher lagaya hai
Amar jyoti jali tumhare naam ki
Bacche bacche n tumhara kissa sunaya hai..

O desh pe mar mitne waalon
Tumhe na kisi ne bhulaya hai
Tumhari veer gati ne hi
Ye jhanda uncha lehraya hai
Ye jhanda uncha lehraya hai..

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