Let new India arise out of peasants' cottage, grasping the plough, out of huts, cobbler and sweeper.-Swami Vivekananda
If the deaf are to hear the sound has to be very loud. Sardar Bhagat Singh
Mother, I bow to thee! Rich with thy hurrying streams, Bright with orchard gleams, Cool with thy winds of delight, Green fields waving, Mother of might, Mother free. Glory of moonlight dreams, Over thy branches and lordly streams, Clad in thy blossoming trees, Mother, giver of ease, Laughing low and sweet! Mother I kiss thy feet, Speaker sweet and low! Mother, to thee I bow. Bankim Chandra Chaterjee
You give me your blood and I will give you Independence! -Netaji Subhash Chandra Bose
I declare that the blows struck at me today will be the last nails in the coffin of British rule in India. Go back Siman Lala Lajpat Rai
Let freedom never perish in your hands. - Joseph Addison
Let new India arise out of peasants' cottage, grasping the plough, out of huts, cobbler and sweeper.-Swami Vivekananda
If the deaf are to hear the sound has to be very loud. Sardar Bhagat Singh
Mother, I bow to thee! Rich with thy hurrying streams, Bright with orchard gleams, Cool with thy winds of delight, Green fields waving, Mother of might, Mother free. Glory of moonlight dreams, Over thy branches and lordly streams, Clad in thy blossoming trees, Mother, giver of ease, Laughing low and sweet! Mother I kiss thy feet, Speaker sweet and low! Mother, to thee I bow. Bankim Chandra Chaterjee
You give me your blood and I will give you Independence! -Netaji Subhash Chandra Bose
I declare that the blows struck at me today will be the last nails in the coffin of British rule in India. Go back Siman Lala Lajpat Rai
Let freedom never perish in your hands. - Joseph Addison