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
The greatest gifts you can give your children are the roots of responsibility and the wings of independence. Denis Waitley
Saluting India! Where each bud blooms in its true colours Where each day is celebration of unity, harmony and synthesis.
Revolution did not necessarily involve sanguinary strife. It was not a cult of bomb and pistol. They may sometimes be mere means for its achievement. Bhagat Singh
Let freedom never perish in your hands. - Joseph Addison
In attaining our ideals, our means should be as pure as the end. Dr Rajendra Prasad
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
The greatest gifts you can give your children are the roots of responsibility and the wings of independence. Denis Waitley
Saluting India! Where each bud blooms in its true colours Where each day is celebration of unity, harmony and synthesis.
Revolution did not necessarily involve sanguinary strife. It was not a cult of bomb and pistol. They may sometimes be mere means for its achievement. Bhagat Singh
Let freedom never perish in your hands. - Joseph Addison
In attaining our ideals, our means should be as pure as the end. Dr Rajendra Prasad