Harsh Dahiya

Anonymous On Sunday, May 12, 2013

"I am the thousand stars in the sky,
I am the moonlight in the dark,
I am the free birds that fly.

I am the light of the dawn,
I am your shadow at night,
That has now gone.

I am an island miles apart,
I am always with you,
I am the tune that plays in your heart."

Author: Harsh Dahiya

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Anonymous On Saturday, March 23, 2013

Pictures of Shaheed Bhagat Singh's family. 
The Sandhu family.



Arjun Singh Ji
Grandfather of Shaheed Bhagat Singh


Kishen Singh Ji
Father of Shaheed Bhagat Singh


Mata Vidyawati Ji
Mother of Shaheed Bhagat Singh

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Anonymous On Tuesday, February 26, 2013

“When the sun sets,
When the light is gone,
Don't give up,
You are not alone.

Your aim is your temple,
Your strength is your god,
Your determination will be your companion,
And your hard work will be your road.

You are a warrior,
You conquer everything that comes in your way,
Keep on walking,
You will find your destination one day.”

Author: Harsh Dahiya

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Anonymous On Wednesday, November 14, 2012

“Whenever in your life,
You meet the enemy,
Tell them of me,
Tell them,
One more braveheart is now in the Indian Army.

I will never surrender,
I will never retreat,
I will stand for my nation,
I'll guard my motherland,
Till my heart beats.

Even if I fall,
I will stand back again,
For my motherland,
I shall defeat every pain.

If one day,
I fall,
And can't stand back again,
Be happy for me,
I have fulfilled my childhood dream,
Martyrdom I have attained.”

Author: Harsh Dahiya

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Anonymous On Friday, September 21, 2012


Don't remember me when I am gone,
I will be far away, do not mourn,
I didn't die a cowards death,
I am a soldier,
With pride here I rest.

Tell my mom not to cry,
She is a martyrs mother,
Her head should remain high.

Tell my Dad to forgive me,
For I could not be a perfect son,
I could not stay with him for long,
I was guarding my motherland on the border,
Holding onto my gun.

Tell my sis to study hard,
For all my responsibilities are now in her part,
Tell her not to look for me,
Tell her not to turn,
Cause now I am gone,
Her brother will not return.”
Author: Harsh Dahiya


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Anonymous On Friday, July 6, 2012

A poem written by my younger sister Shikha Dahiya in 2011.
 
"Once a Chinese Princess was having a cup of tea,
When fell into it, the cocoon of the worm Mulberry.
Then I was discovered, and in the Silk Route,
4000 miles I had to cover, with spices, ivory and jute.
For years my making was, a secret for others,
But who could hide anything, from the Indian mothers.
Then in India, as sarees I was used,
Thanchoi, Banarasi and Bandhni, that left the buyers confused.
In the modern world, came the artificials of me,
But nothing was as evergreen, and as fine as me.
In the markets people still pay big, to buy me new,
And there would never be an end to me, and my story would always continue."
Author: Shikha Dahiya

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Anonymous On

A poem written by my younger sister Shikha Dahiya on 15th May 2011 when she was in class 9th. This poem won First Prize in 2 National level competitions.


"First I was just a ball of clay,
Then the potter placed me on the wheel, one day.
Round I go, round I go,
The extra clay fell on his toe.
The shape of a tea cup he began to create,
Along with the saucer, that had to be my mate.
He left us to dry, until we turned green,
And made a handle for me, that mean,
After we were painted and sent to the market,
A lady bought us, we were happy not to be parted.
As she reached home, she called her son,
"Hey naughty boy! Place this cup in the kitchen"
We slipped from his hands, as he was busy eating jelly,
We broke into pieces and that was the 'end of my life in Delhi' "
Author: Shikha Dahiya

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Anonymous On Sunday, October 9, 2011


"Long ago I had a dream,
Standing beside you how happy I had been.
I walked on the busy road, 
Yet it seemed to be a water washed shore.
Holding on your hand,
Walking on the golden sand.
It’s your love that I wanted to save,
My heart beating with the calm waves.


But now the time has changed.
A wall stands tall between us,
May be now our paths will never meet,
Till then I hold on to my dreamy sheet."
Author: Harsh Dahiya

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Anonymous On Friday, October 7, 2011

A tribute to the brave soldiers of Indian Army who fought for us in 1962 Sino-Indian war. They continue to live in our hearts.

This poem describes how god remembers those brave Indian soldiers.


"I am above all,
In my feet every great man falls.
But was he above me,
Who stood firm in front of my decision,
His bullet hit the enemy with great precision.
Why did I feel so small that day?
Why did he stand in front of the enemy in that way?
He could have run,
He could have escaped,
But he stood firm and bullet he faced.
My eyes were wide open,
His face I gazed.

25 Indian soldiers surrounded by 20,000 Chinese enemies,
Attacking from all sides like Devil Bees,
Bullets came from all sides,
Hitting the chest, making it burst so wide,
But they all were brave, they faced the bullets,
Their blood blessed the earth, falling like water droplets."
Author: Harsh Dahiya

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Anonymous On Sunday, October 2, 2011

A Tribute to the brave hearts of 1962 Sino-Indian war. Salute to the soldiers who fought for us.




"Diwali was near but that night was dark,
High on the altitude where no bird chirped and no dog barked,
I saw a few men guarding the border,
Ready to die for the country even without an order,
He too was there.

But then I raised my eyes and saw the enemy coming,

Hindi-Chini bhai bhai they were humming,
Love was in their words and hatred in their hearts,
They were more than 20,000 all ready to kill the 25 Brave Hearts,
In front of them was a gap so wide,
I saw him once again,
Anger was in his eyes,
He said to his men "Don't stop till every enemy dies."
That was the day when God heard the battle cries.

I am the supreme power.

I am the almighty.

But who was the one who stood firm in front me, defeating the death and redefining bravery?

Was he too great?

Was he greater than me?
Was he the way I was supposed to be?"
 Author: Harsh Dahiya
 

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Anonymous On Friday, September 30, 2011

A tribute to my Great Grandfather Chaudhary Shishram Dahiya.

"I was very small, may be 3 or 4 years old,
Holding my Grandfathers hand going for a walk,
An old man saw me and shouted very loud "Here comes the Great Grandson of a brave man, boy you should be very proud."

That old man’s face was a very familiar one.

It was wrinkled but as bright as the sun.
He wore white clothes and a turban on his head.
And walked with a stick in his hand.
I asked my Grand Pa who that man was?
He said he was your Great Grandfathers friend, but I didn't knew who my Great Grandfather was.

I just knew his name, (Chaudhary Shishram Dahiya)

And I heard many people say that he was the bravest man that mother earth has ever seen.
I was sad why I didn't knew more about him and how he had been?
I had never seen him, he left earth long before I was born.
I felt bad and my heart was torn.

I told my Grand Pa to tell me more about his father.

He became proud and said no words can describe how great he was.
He lived and died for a cause.
I learned more and more about him as the days passed by.
I was amazed and my happiness went high.
I was happy to be the Great Grandson of such a great soul.
That day my life got its real goal."
Author: Harsh Dahiya 






Chaudhary Shishram Dahiya, my Great Grandfather. The biggest inspiration of my life.

Chaudhary Ratan Singh Dahiya, my Great Grandfather's younger brother. A true warrior of The Jat Regiment, Indian Army.

Shaheed Chaudhary Kaliram Dahiya, my Great Grandfather's younger brother. A martyr and true warrior of The Jat Regiment, Indian Army.




(Shaheed Chaudhary Kaliram Dahiya in his Indian Army dress in year 1942.)

We will never forget you and your sacrifice.
You have made the nation and family proud.
You still show us our way.
Thank you Dada Ji.

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Anonymous On Monday, August 22, 2011


"I am the unknown soldier, forgotten and ignored
When once the war is over and peace and quiet assured

We fought for you and the country and now that we are dead
We rest in quiet exclusion, 'cause nothing more is said
Of how we did our duty, that you may sleep in peace
When once the foe was vanquished, and the strife of war had ceased

The country called upon us to do what needs to be done
To oust the vicious enemy and ensure the war was won
Our near and dear ones blessed us and sent us full of pride
To defend the country's honour and some were new-wed brides

We went and fought your battles, most of which were won
Some of us never came back, all were mother's son
Our bodies they do lie there, on hill and vale and plain
Exposed to all the elements of snow and ice and rain

So many were anxious, some still do wait in vain
What can you do to lessen our loved one's grief and pain?
Our last rites were not given, we died a soldier's death
Our eldest sons kept waiting, their hopes could not be met

We went and did our duty, we do not ask for much
Only a place of honour, our loved one's heart to touch
A place where they can think of happy days gone by
To pray on the lonesome morrow and if need be stand and cry

Although we have left earth's orbit and need rest in  peace
Our soul are not past caring, our pain will never cease
Till you and the country's leaders create a haloed space
For a fitting War Memorial, on valour and honour based."

Author: Major General Ian Cardozo

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Anonymous On

This is the extended version of the poem Oh Great Freedom to you I bow, which I had posted earlier. In this poem all the important events of Bhagat Singh's life have been covered. I wrote this poem when I was in class 12th. This poem won in many competitions. I am proud that I wrote this for my hero and my god.


 
"We live because for us you died,
We laugh because you took all the pain and never cried,
For I am very small to say so but oh great Freedom Fighter to you I bow.

You didn't sleep for several nights getting ready for the deadly fights,
You fought for freedom, you fought with pride,
You showed your valour and the enemy cried,
For I am very small to say so but oh great Freedom Fighter to you I bow.

When the sins of the culprits was on the rise,
You threw the bomb and the fear inside every Indian died,
You didn't run away, you stayed there, shouting the slogans for a future so bright.
With pride and hope for freedom you carried on the fight.
The world saw how brave a man can be,
Ready to die for a better tomorrow he might not even live to see.
For I am very small to say so but oh great Freedom Fighter to you I bow.

You left your home for a noble cause,
You made sacrifices and never paused,
Even the deaf heard what you said,
The blind watched the truth in the light,
You fasted for 63 days demanding for equal rights,
I have never heard of a man like you,
You did what no one else could do,
The culprit said you will be hanged,
Whole nation cried but you were still so brave,
You became immortal the day you died,
You were brave you never cried.
Everyday I think of you,
Give me strength so that one day I too can be like you,
For I am very small to say so but oh great Freedom Fighter to you I bow.

You gave us freedom, you gave us our birth right,
Oh great man because of you the sun now shines bright.
For I am very small to say so but oh great Freedom Fighter to you I bow.

Defeating the bad, defeating the pain, greatest martyrdom you have gained,
You were a hero in every moment and every mode,
They call you brave but I call you God.
For I am very small to say so but oh great Bhagat Singh to you I bow."
Author: Harsh Dahiya

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Anonymous On Saturday, August 6, 2011

A poem written by me to pay tribute to the great Bhagat Singh. He is our hero and god.




"We live because for us you died,
We laugh because you took all the pain and never cried,
For I am very small to say so but oh great Freedom Fighter to you I bow.

You didn't sleep for several nights getting ready for the deadly fights,
You fought for freedom, you fought with pride,
You showed your valour and the enemy cried,
For I am very small to say so but oh great Freedom Fighter to you I bow.

You left your home for a noble cause,
You made sacrifices and never paused,
Even the deaf heard what you said,
The blind watched the truth in the light,
You fasted for 63 days demanding for equal rights,
I have never heard of a man like you,
You did what no one else could do,
The culprit said you will be hanged,
Whole nation cried but you were still so brave,
You became immortal the day you died,
You were brave you never cried.
Everyday I think of you,
Give me strength so that one day I too can be like you,
For I am very small to say so but oh great Freedom Fighter to you I bow.

You gave us freedom, you gave us our birth right,
Oh Great man because of you the sun now shines bright,
For I am very small to say so but oh great Bhagat Singh to you I bow."

Author: Harsh Dahiya

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Anonymous On Tuesday, December 7, 2010

A poem written by me when I was in in class 10th.

"Forever and ever I'll try,
Till my last breathe until I die,
Its just my path that I can see,
I want to be there where everyone thinks I can't be,

I was a no one,
I have become someone,
I want to be the only one,
I want to see at the top only me and me,

Forever and ever I'll try,
Till my last breathe until I die,

Many times I have failed,
Sometimes it felt like I am jailed,
My strength always bailed out me,
To help me become what I want to be,
Its just my path that I can see,

Forever and ever I'll try,
Till my last breathe until I die,

I made mistakes,
I learnt from them,
That its only me who will walk with me,
I will be what I want to be,
Its just my path that I can see.

Forever and ever I'll try,
Till my last breathe until I die."
Author: Harsh Dahiya

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Anonymous On Saturday, November 20, 2010

I went to Red Fort (The Trip). There I saw this poem in the Freedom Fighter Museum.
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"Bharat ke liye tu hua Balidan Bhagat Singh,
Tha tujhko Mulk-o-Kaum ka Abhimaan Bhagat Singh,

Veh dard tere dil main Vatan ka sama gya,
Jiske liye tu ho gya Kurbaan Bhagat Singh,

Veh kaul tera aur dili aarzu teri,
Hai Hind ke hur kuche main aelaan Bhagat Singh,
Pyara na ho kyun madre Bharat ke dulare,
Tha jaano jigar aur meri shaan Bhagat Singh,

Fansi pe chadke tune Jahan ko dekha diya,
Hum kyon na ho tere Kadardaan Bhagat Singh,
Hur ek ne dekha tujhe hairat ki nazar se,
Hur dil main tera ho gya sthaan Bhagat Singh,

Bhulega Kayamat main bhi hargiz na ae "Kishor",
Mata ko diya Saup Dil o Jaan Bhagat Singh !"
                                                                          Author: Unknown

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Anonymous On Friday, November 19, 2010

I went on a Trip to Red Fort with my friends on 5-11-2010. Here we saw the Freedom Fighter Museum and took some Pics which I want to share with you all. Hope you all like this.


Note: Click on the Pics to Enlarge.


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Anonymous On Sunday, October 31, 2010

Few lines written by me dedicated to Indian Farmer and Soldier.


"He lives for us,
He dies for us,
He stands on the border to protect us,
He is the one who is brave,
He is the one who never fears the grave,
He is a hero in every moment and every mode,
You call him soldier, I call him God.

He lives for us,
He works for us,
He cultivates gold from the soil,
For us in the sun he boils,
He kills his hunger and gives us food,
He is a hero in every moment and every mode,
You call him farmer, I call him God."
Author: Harsh Dahiya

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Few lines written by me dedicated to the great souls of my Great Grandfather Chaudhary Shishram Dahiya, Shaheed-e-Azam Bhagat Singh, Chandra Shekhar Azad, Subhash Chandra Bose, Brig. Hoshiar Singh Rathee and all the martyrs and revolutionaries of Indian Freedom Movement and to the soldiers of Indian Army.

शहीद

"आज फिर वो रात आई है,
शहीदों का पैगाम साथ लायी है,
लिखा है उन वीरों ने मेरे लिए,
बताया है की आज फिर वतन के लिए मर मिटने की घडी लौट आई है,
इसी दिन का तो मुझे इंतज़ार था,
इसी वक़्त पे तो मुझे ऐतबार था,
अब धरती माँ के लिए कुछ करने की मेरी है बारी,
ऐ वतन तेरी मेरी पुरानी है ये यारी.

तू ना रोना मेरे लिए,
आँखों में आंसूं न भरना,
अभी न रोक तू मुझे, देश के लिए कुछ काम है करना.

शहीद कभी मरते नही,
जिंदा रहते हैं वह इन हवाओं में,
पैदा होते हैं फिर कुछ बड़ा करने के लिए,
मिल जाते हैं सबको इस देश की राहों में.

मुझे भरोसा है मेरा जज्बा विफल नही जायेगा,
फिर कोई आज़ादी का मस्ताना मेरी राहों पे आएगा."
Author: Harsh Dahiya
लेखक: हर्ष दहिया

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Anonymous On


Sarfaroshi Ki Tamanna by Shaheed Ram Prasad Bismil Ji

सरफ़रोशी की तमन्ना अब हमारे दिल में है
देखना है ज़ोर कितना बाज़ू-ए-क़ातिल में है

(ऐ वतन,) करता नहीं क्यूँ दूसरी कुछ बातचीत,
देखता हूँ मैं जिसे वो चुप तेरी महफ़िल में है
ऐ शहीद-ए-मुल्क-ओ-मिल्लत, मैं तेरे ऊपर निसार,
अब तेरी हिम्मत का चरचा ग़ैर की महफ़िल में है
सरफ़रोशी की तमन्ना अब हमारे दिल में है

वक़्त आने पर बता देंगे तुझे, ए आसमान,
हम अभी से क्या बताएँ क्या हमारे दिल में है
खेँच कर लाई है सब को क़त्ल होने की उमीद,
आशिकों का आज जमघट कूचा-ए-क़ातिल में है
सरफ़रोशी की तमन्ना अब हमारे दिल में है

है लिए हथियार दुश्मन ताक में बैठा उधर,
और हम तैयार हैं सीना लिए अपना इधर.
ख़ून से खेलेंगे होली अगर वतन मुश्क़िल में है
सरफ़रोशी की तमन्ना अब हमारे दिल में है

हाथ, जिन में है जूनून, कटते नही तलवार से,
सर जो उठ जाते हैं वो झुकते नहीं ललकार से.
और भड़केगा जो शोला सा हमारे दिल में है,
सरफ़रोशी की तमन्ना अब हमारे दिल में है

हम तो घर से ही थे निकले बाँधकर सर पर कफ़न,
जाँ हथेली पर लिए लो बढ चले हैं ये कदम.
ज़िंदगी तो अपनी मॆहमाँ मौत की महफ़िल में है
सरफ़रोशी की तमन्ना अब हमारे दिल में है

यूँ खड़ा मक़्तल में क़ातिल कह रहा है बार-बार,
क्या तमन्ना-ए-शहादत भी किसी के दिल में है?
दिल में तूफ़ानों की टोली और नसों में इन्कलाब,
होश दुश्मन के उड़ा देंगे हमें रोको न आज.
दूर रह पाए जो हमसे दम कहाँ मंज़िल में है,
सरफ़रोशी की तमन्ना अब हमारे दिल में है

वो जिस्म भी क्या जिस्म है जिसमे न हो ख़ून-ए-जुनून
क्या लड़े तूफ़ान से जो कश्ती-ए-साहिल में है
सरफ़रोशी की तमन्ना अब हमारे दिल में है
देखना है ज़ोर कितना बाज़ू-ए-क़ातिल में

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