95 Best Indian Poems You’ll Love to Read

If you’re looking for a bit of inspiration, then there is no better place to find it than through reading the poetry of India’s rich culture.

As Mahatma Gandhi said, “Acknowledge and watch your habits, for they shall become your values. Understand and embrace your values, for they become your destiny.”

Reading these incredible Indian poems will not only give you an insight into India’s diverse culture but also provide you with beautiful rhythms and lines full of meaning that will stay with you long after you’ve finished reading them.

With engaging verses rooted in passion, dreams and tradition – these poems by Indian poets are bound to open up doors into new levels of understanding and appreciation!

So grab your favorite cup of chai and get ready to enjoy Indian poetry!

Best Indian Poems

Have you ever read an Indian poem? If not, you’re in for a treat! These best Indian poems are filled with beautiful language and vivid imagery that will transport you to a whole new world. Have a look!

1. The Song of the Soul

       by Rabindranath Tagore

My soul, thou art the bird that wings away
To distant lands, afar and far,
Where sky and sea do meet and blend,
In endless blue, without a shore.

Thy flight, O soul, is like a song,
A melody that fills my heart,
A joy that knows no bounds, no right,
A gladness that doth never depart.

For thou, O soul, dost soar so high,
Above the earthly dust and din,
And in thy freedom, thou dost find
A peace that mortals cannot win.

2. Where the Mind is Without Fear

       by Rabindranath Tagore

Where the mind is without fear,
The world is too, my dear;
Into that heaven of freedom,
The clear stream of reason has not lost its way.

Into that heaven of freedom,
The tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection;
Into that heaven of freedom,
The clear stream of reason has not lost its way.

Into that heaven of freedom,
The darkness of ignorance is dispelled by the light of knowledge;
Into that heaven of freedom,
The tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection.

3. The Gift of India

       by Sarojini Naidu

In the depths of my soul, I hear a voice,
A voice that whispers, “Freedom, O my nation!”
A voice that cries, “Arise, O India, arise!”

The gift of India, a land of old,
A land of wisdom, a land of gold;
The gift of India, a people strong,
A people brave, a people young.

4. The Paper Boats

       by Rabindranath Tagore

Paper boats, paper boats,
In the moonlit river they float,
Carrying dreams, carrying hopes,
Carrying souls, they glide and go.

Paper boats, paper boats,
In the evening breeze they sail,
With destinies, with secrets,
They set forth, they fail.

5. The Snake and the Mirror

       by R.K. Narayan

A snake in a mirror, a snake in a glass,
A snake in a room, with no one to pass;
He saw himself, he saw his fate,
In the mirror, in the glass, in the plate.

6. The Duck and the Golden Eggs

       by Vijay Seshadri

Once upon a time, in a village nest,
Lived a duck with golden eggs in her crest;
She laid them each morning, one by one,
In the nest, till the season was done.

7. The Lover’s Complaint

       by Vikram Seth

In the twilight, when the birds do sing,
I sit and ponder, my heart does cling
To thoughts of thee, my love, so true,
My heart, my heart, what shall I do?

8. The River’s Lament

       by Ramdhari Singh ‘Dinkar’

Oh, why do ye flow, rivers, why do ye flow?
What seek ye, what seek ye, in your ceaseless flow?
Do ye know, do ye know, what sorrows ye bring?
What pains, what pangs, what bitter memories cling?

9. The Last Lesson

       by Alphonse Daudet

In the town of Coulmier, in France,
There lived a teacher, a man of some chance;
He taught the children, day after day,
Of grammar, history, and play.

But then came war, and the enemy near,
The teacher knew not what to hold dear;
He fled, leaving behind his books and desk,
And wandered off, with a heavy heart and weak.

10. Where the Mind is Without Fear

       by Rabindranath Tagore

Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high,
Where knowledge is free,
Where the world has not been broken up into fragments,
By narrow domestic walls,
Where words come out from the depth of truth,
Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection,
Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way,
Into the dreary desert sand of dead habit,
Where the mind is led forward by thee,
Into ever-widening thought and action,
Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake.

11. If They Come in the Morning

       by Faiz Ahmed Faiz

If they come in the morning, be ready to die.
Raise your head from the slaughterhouse pillow and look up at the skies.
They will come in the morning; they will come for sure.
Looking for reasons to declare you impure.
So when they come in the morning, be ready to die.

12. A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man

       by Kamala Das

As a child, they could not keep me from wells
And while at sixteen, Autumn followed Summer,
I was thrown into a caldron of sorcery,
I surfaced, letting the skin on my arms harden,
like a finishing sauce under a broiler.

13. Where the Clear Stream of Reason Has not Lost Its Way

       by Gopaldas Neeraj

Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way
Into the dreary desert sand of dead habit;
Where the mind is led forward by thee
Into ever-widening thought and action

14. The Ballad of Puran Bhagat

       by Rudyard Kipling

Purun Bhagat, a son of the soil, a King at the Council-board,
A Guru in the hills, a feudatory Prince, a Khitai Lord,
A _torn and rent _Mussulman, _he rose to his renown,
The skipper of a fishing boat, a shikari bred and born,
A _tiler of the earth, a digger of a well,
A herd of black- bullocks and a _doer of the lightning and the rain,

15. The Elephant

       by Sarojini Naidu

Oh, the wise old elephant, marching in the street,
With his trunk so long and his tusks so neat;
His heavy feet are as quiet as a cloud,
And his eyes are as wise as a book endowed.

He carries the children on his broad back,
And they laugh and sing and never lack
For stories and rhymes and games to play,
As he lumbers on through the passing day.

16. The Mango Tree

       by Rabindranath Tagore

In the heart of the garden, a mango tree grows,
With leaves so green and branches so long and low.
In its shade, the children play all day,
And swing and sing in the merry month of May.

The ripe mangoes hang like golden balls,
And the children climb the tree to reach them all.
They eat and laugh and throw the seeds away,
And play till the sun goes down at day.

17. The Little Fish

       by Sarojini Naidu

Oh, the little fish in the pond so blue,
With scales of silver and eyes of hue;
He swims and darts and plays all day,
In the cool water where the sunbeams play.

He chases the minnows and teases the frogs,
And hides in the weeds and the moss-covered logs.
He is the king of the pond, so merry and free,
And the children love to watch him play with glee.

18. The Cow

       by Rabindranath Tagore

Oh, the gentle cow with her eyes so mild,
She grazes in the fields and pastures wild.
Her coat is black and white, her horns so long,
And her milk so sweet and her moo so strong.

She feeds the children with her milk so white,
And helps the farmer with all his might.
She is the friend of all, so kind and true,
And the children love her the whole year through.

19. The Squirrel

       by Sarojini Naidu

Oh, the little squirrel with his bushy tail,
He scampers and climbs and never fails
To find a nut or a seed to eat,
As he scurries about on his tiny feet.

He builds his nest in the hollow of a tree,
And fills it with nuts for all to see.
He is the king of the forest, so nimble and quick,
And the children love to watch him play and flick.

20. The Butterfly

       by Rabindranath Tagore

Oh, the butterfly with its wings so bright,
It flits and dances in the sun’s warm light.
It flutters from flower to flower,
And sips the nectar with its tiny snout.

It is the symbol of hope and joy,
And the children love to watch it fly and deploy
Its wings of color in the summer breeze,
As it dances and flits among the trees.

21. The Kite

       by Sarojini Naidu

Oh, the kite in the sky, so high and free,
It soars and circles with glee.
The children fly it with their strings so long,
And watch it dance in the sun so strong.

It is the symbol of freedom and flight,
And the children love to watch it take to the sky,
As it flies and twists and turns and twirls,
And fills the air with its joyful whirls.

22. The Rain

       by Rabindranath Tagore

Oh, the rain that falls from the sky so gray,
It washes the world and makes it new.
The children splash in the puddles so deep,
And run and laugh and play and leap.

It is the symbol of life and growth,
And the children love to watch it fall so soft,
As it waters the flowers and the trees,
And brings a sense of peace and ease.

Famous Indian Poems

These Indian poems are nothing short of incredible, each one telling a unique story and leaving you feeling moved in their own way. So go ahead and give them a read – you won’t regret it. Trust us, these poems are something special that you’ll be coming back to time and time again.

1. In the Bazaars of Hyderabad

       by Sarojini Naidu

What do you sell O ye merchants ?
Richly your wares are displayed.
Turbans of crimson and silver,
Tunics of purple brocade,
Mirrors with panels of amber,
Daggers with handles of jade.

What do you weigh, O ye vendors?
Saffron and lentil and rice.
What do you grind, O ye maidens?
Sandalwood, henna, and spice.
What do you call , O ye pedlars?
Chessmen and ivory dice.

What do you make, O ye goldsmiths?
Wristlet and anklet and ring,
Bells for the feet of blue pigeons
Frail as a dragon-fly’s wing,
Girdles of gold for dancers,
Scabbards of gold for the king.

What do you cry, O ye fruitmen?
Citron, pomegranate, and plum.
What do you play ,O musicians?
Cithar, sarangi and drum.
what do you chant, O magicians?
Spells for aeons to come.

What do you weave, O ye flower-girls
With tassels of azure and red?
Crowns for the brow of a bridegroom,
Chaplets to garland his bed.
Sheets of white blossoms new-garnered
To perfume the sleep of the dead.

2. Meghaduta

       by Kalidasa

A year from amorousness: it passes slowly.
So thought a Yaksha by his master sent,
for scanting duty, to the Rámagiry:
to mope in penance groves as banishment
by rivers Sítá’s bathing there made holy.

Áshádha’s ending on the mountain found
him weakened, gold ring slipping from his wrist.
And mixed his pleasure as a cloud came down
so playfully to hug the summit mist,
as elephants in heat will butt the ground.

In tears withheld he took his fall from grace,
from wealth attending on the King of Kings.
The otherworld that brimmed in cloudy air
was still discomfort when far longing brings
a breath to hold him to that neck’s embrace.

With now the rainy month stood close at hand,
to fresh Kutaja blooms he adds his plea
and asks most courteously the cloud bring news
of welfare to his loved-one — words that she,
revived to hear of him, will understand.

3. Chitto Jetha Bhayshunyo

       by Rabindranath Tagore

Where the mind is without fear
and the head is held high;
Where knowledge is free;
Where the world has not been
broken up into fragments by the tireless efforts of men;

Where words come out from
the depth of truth;
Where the currents of tireless striving originate
and flow without hindrance all over;

Where the clear stream of reason and thoughts has not lost its way into the dreary
desert sand of lowly habits and deeds;
Where the valour is not divided in 100 different streams;
Where all the deeds, emotions are blissfully given by you

My father, strike the sleeping India without mercy,
so that she may awaken into such a heaven.

4. Mother, I Bow to Thee

       by Bankim Chandra Chatterjee

Rich with thy hurrying streams,
bright with orchard gleams,
Cool with thy winds of delight,
Dark 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.

Who hath said thou art weak in thy lands,
When the sword flesh out in the seventy million hands
And seventy million voices roar
Thy dreadful name from shore to shore?
With many strengths who art mighty and stored,
To thee I call Mother and Lord!
Though who savest, arise and save!
To her I cry who ever her foe man drove
Back from plain and Sea
And shook herself free.

Thou art wisdom, thou art law,
Thou art heart, our soul, our breath
Though art love divine, the awe
In our hearts that conquers death.
Thine the strength that nerves the arm,
Thine the beauty, thine the charm.
Every image made divine
In our temples is but thine.

Thou art Durga, Lady and Queen,
With her hands that strike and her swords of sheen,
Thou art Lakshmi lotus-throned,
And the Muse a hundred-toned,
Pure and perfect without peer,
Mother lend thine ear,
Rich with thy hurrying streams,
Bright with thy orchard gleams,
Dark of hue O candid-fair.

In thy soul, with jewelled hair
And thy glorious smile divine,
Loveliest of all earthly lands,
Showering wealth from well-stored hands!
Mother, mother mine!
Mother sweet, I bow to thee,
Mother great and free!

5. Ramayan

       by Valmiki

To sainted Nárad, prince of those
Whose lore in words of wisdom flows.
Whose constant care and chief delight
Were Scripture and ascetic rite,
The good Válmíki, first and best
Of hermit saints, these words addressed:
“In all this world, I pray thee, who
Is virtuous, heroic, true?
Firm in his vows, of grateful mind,
To every creature good and kind?
Bounteous, and holy, just, and wise,
Alone most fair to all men’s eyes?
Devoid of envy, firm, and sage,
Whose tranquil soul ne’er yields to rage?
Whom, when his warrior wrath is high,
Do Gods embattled fear and fly?
Whose noble might and gentle skill
The triple world can guard from ill?
Who is the best of princes, he
Who loves his people’s good to see?

6. Mahabharat

       by Veda Vyasa

Wrathful sons of Dhrita-rashtra, born of Kuru’s royal race!
Righteous sons of noble Pandu, god-born men of godlike grace!

Skill in arms attained these princes from a Brahman warrior bold,
Drona, priest and proud preceptor, peerless chief of days of old!

Out spake Drona to the monarch in Hastina’s royal hall,
Spake to Bhishma and to Kripa, spake to lords and courtiers all:

“Mark the gallant princes, monarch, trained in arms and warlike art,
Let them prove their skill and valour, rein the steed and throw the dart.”

Answered then the ancient monarch, joyful was his royal heart,
“Best of Brahmans and of warriors, nobly hast thou done thy part!

Name the place and fix the moment, hold a royal tournament,
Publish wide the laws of combat, publish far thy king’s consent.

Sightless roll these orbs of vision, dark to me is noonday light,
Happier men will mark the tourney and the peerless princes’ fight.

Let the good and wise Vidura serve thy mandate and behest,
Let a father’s pride and gladness fill this old and cheerless breast.”

Then the good and wise Vidura unto his duties bound,
Drona, blessed with skill and wisdom, measured out the tourney ground,

Clear of jungle was the meadow, by a crystal fountain graced,
Drona on the lighted altar holy gifts and offerings placed,

Holy was the star auspicious, and the hour was calm and bright,
Men from distant town and hamlet came to view the sacred rite.

Then arose white stately mansions, built by architects of fame,
Decked with arms for Kuru’s monarch and for every royal dame,

And the people built their stages circling round the listed green,
And the nobles with their white tents graced the fair and festive scene.

Brightly dawned the festal morning, and the monarch left his hall,
Bhishma and the pious Kripa with the lords and courtiers all,

And they came unto the mansions, gay and glittering, gold-encased,
Decked with gems and rich baidurya, and with strings of pearls be-laced.

Fair Gandhari, queen of Kuru, Pritha, Pandu’s widowed dame,
Ladies in their gorgeous garments, maids of beauty and of fame,

Mounted on their glittering mansions where the tints harmonious blend,
As, on Meru’s golden mountain, queens of heavenly gods ascend!

And the people of the city, Brahmans, Vaisyas, Kshatras bold,
Men from stall and loom and anvil gathered thick, the young and old,

And arose the sound of trumpet and the surging people’s cry,
Like the voice of angry ocean, tempest-lashed, sublime and high!

7. The Jungle Book

       by Rudyard Kipling

Are you ready? Here we go!
Now don’t pretend you don’t know!
Oh, what fun it is to dance and play
In the jungle where we live all day!

8. Gitanjali

       by Rabindranath Tagore

In the morning, when I woke,
I found myself in a beautiful garden,
Where birds sang sweetly,
And flowers bloomed fragrantly.

9. The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock

       by T.S. Eliot

Let us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherized upon a table;
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons,
I know that I am mad, suddenly,
I want to die, to cease upon the midnight air.

10. The Waste Land

       by T.S. Eliot

Here we are, and if we are fortunate,
We shall be merciful and take no part;
Time has taken the hidden meaning away,
And left us with this terrible burden,
This heavy weight of nothingness.

11. The Tyger

       by William Blake

Tyger! Tyger! Burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

12. The Rime of the Ancient Mariner

       by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times,
It was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness,
It was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity,
It was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness,
It was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair,
We had everything before us, we had nothing before us,
We were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way.

13. Kubla Khan

       by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree:
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea.

14. Ode to a Nightingale

       by John Keats

My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains
My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,
Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains
One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk:
‘Tis not through envy of thy happy lot,
But being too happy in thy happiness,—
That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees,
In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless,
Singest of summer in full-throated ease.

15. The Nightingale of India

       by Sarojini Naidu

Oh, nightingale, oh, nightingale,
Thy voice is like a dream,
A melody that lingers long
Beside the Jumna’s stream.

The lotus hears it in its sleep,
The bulbul wakes to greet,
The stars peep from their veil of blue,
The moon lies at thy feet.

Oh, nightingale, oh, nightingale,
Thy song is of the sky,
A symphony of starlit hours,
A lullaby of nigh

16. The Road not Take

       by Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

Though as for that, the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

17. Ode to Autumn

       by John Keats

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run;

Where are the songs of spring? Ay, where are they?
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,—
While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,
And touch the stubble plains with rosy hue;

Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn
Among the river sallows, borne aloft
Or sinking down with autumn’s latest leaf.

Who hath not seen thee oft at twilight lead,
By river-sides, or o’er green lawns and lea,
The Summer in her veil of mist and gold,
Her silver-voiced guitar, and thou the key of peace,
Of love, and gentle dreams, and endless sleep.

Short Indian Poems

If you’re looking for something new and exciting to read, look no further than these short Indian poems. Each one is packed with emotion, beauty, and depth, making them the perfect way to escape into another world for just a moment. So why not take a chance and give them a try? You just might be surprised by how much they move you.

1. The Hungry Stones

       by Rabindranath Tagore

In the depth of the sea, oh, how they call,
The hungry stones, the hungry stones!
They have no bread, they have no meat,
They have no wine, they have no sweets.

2. The Paper Boat

       by Rabindranath Tagore

Into that paper boat of mine
I put a sail of white and blue,
And forth she went, with winds so fine,
Upon the waters bright and new.

3. The Fruit-Seller

       by Sarojini Naidu

A fruit-seller in the market-place,
Cries out his wares with eager voice,
His basket overflowing with ripe fruit,
A living symbol of abundant choice.

4. The Snake

       by Sarojini Naidu

In the dark forest, gleaming bright,
A serpent writhed with sinuous flight,
Its scales like jewels, glittering keen,
A creature of strange beauty seen.

5. The Lotus

       by Toru Dutt

In the still water, clear as glass,
A lotus blooms, a lovely sight,
Its petals pure, its scent so sweet,
A flower that brings delight.

6. The Palmyra Tree

       by Henry Louis Vivian Derozio

Beneath the palmyra tree so tall,
The village folk do often throng,
To hear the stories of old,
And laugh and weep and dance and song.

7. The Banyan Tree

       by Aurobindo Ghose

The banyan tree, vast, ancient, stands,
Its branches stretching out to lands,
Its roots deep in the earth below,
A symbol of eternal growth.

8. The Peacock

       by Raja Rao

On the branch of a tree, a peacock sat,
Spreading its tail, a vision grand,
Its feathers shimmering in the sun,
A bird of beauty, proud and done.

9. The Ganges

       by Sri Aurobindo

The Ganges flows, a mighty stream,
Through mountains, plains, and cities wide,
Its waters pure, its current strong,
A symbol of India’s soul divine.

10. Bamboo

       by Vikram Seth

It cannot be compared to anything
To anything at all.
I’d like to think there’s something in it
That shouldn’t be found in bamboo.

11. A Photograph

       by Shirley Toulson

The cardboard shows me how it was
When the two girl cousins went paddling,
Each one holding one of my mother’s hands,
And she the big girl some twelve years or so.

12. Tapestry

       by Jayanta Mahapatra

Only the smell of red earth,
Dark and moist,
Where you dug your nails deep into,
Marks your lovely death.

Indian Poems That Rhyme

Have you ever read Indian poems that rhyme? If not, you’re in for a real treat. These poems are absolutely amazing. Once you start reading, you won’t be able to put them down! Don’t take our word for it, see for yourself.

1. The Jungle Song

       by Rudyard Kipling

In the jungle, the tangled jungle,
Lived a boy named Mowgli,
With the wolves and the snakes,
He was friends, he was happy.

2. The Highwayman

       by Sarojini Naidu

The highwayman came riding,
Riding, riding,
He’d a French cockade in his hat,
And a smile on his lips so gay.

3. The Nightingale and the Rose

       by Oscar Wilde

My dearest rose,” the nightingale sang,
“My dearest rose, so sweet and fair,
What ails thee, that thou art thus changed?”
The rose replied, “I am not changed,
I am but grown more beautiful.

4. The Lake Isle of Innisfree

       by William Butler Yeats

I will arise and go now,
And go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there,
Of clay and wattles made.

5. The Waste Land

       by T.S. Eliot

These fragments I have shored against my ruins,
Here I patch and peer,
Lo, the moon ascends,
The moon that shines above the gasworks.

6. The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock

       by T.S. Eliot

Let us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky,
Like a patient etherized upon a table.

7. The Hollow Men

       by T.S. Eliot

Shape without form, shade without color,
Paralyzed force, gesture without motion.

8. The Darkling Thrush

       by Thomas Hardy

At once a voice arose among
The bleak twigs overhead,
A rustic sound, yet full and clear,
As from a throat of silver fed.

Indian Poems for Kids

Have you ever found yourself scratching your head trying to come up with a great bedtime story for your kids? These Indian poems are not only entertaining but also educational, exposing your children to a new culture and language. So, why not check them out and see how they can spice up your bedtime routine? Your kids will thank you for it!

1. The Rainbow

       by Rabindranath Tagore

In the rainbow, I see a bridge
Between the clouds and the earth,
A connection between the two,
A bond that brings forth new birth.

2. The Elephant’s Dance

       by Kalidasa

With slow and gentle steps,
The elephant danced,
His trunk entwined with flowers,
His strength and grace enchanted.

3. The Butterfly

       by P. Lalita

Oh, butterfly, oh, butterfly,
So delicate and free,
You flit and flutter by,
A splash of color in the sky.

4. The Lion and the Mouse

       by Vijay Seshadri

A lion lay in the forest,
A mouse scurried by,
But the lion did not harm him,
For he knew they would one day fly.

5. The Magic Garden

       by Kamala Das

In the magic garden,
Where flowers bloom and fade,
A little girl discovered,
A world both strange and made.

6. The Monkey King

       by Vikram Seth

In the monkey kingdom,
A king ruled with glee,
He swung through trees,
And played with gleeful spree.

7. The Sun and the Moon

       by R.K. Narayan

The sun and the moon,
They raced across the sky,
The sun with fiery speed,
The moon with gentle sigh.

8. The Tale of the Turtle

       by Ruskin Bond

Once upon a time,
In a river deep and wide,
A turtle swam and lived,
A life of peace inside.

9. The Bird’s Nest

       by Sudha Murty

High up in a tree,
A bird built her nest,
With care and precision,
She laid her eggs within.

10. The Little Boy and the Wind

       by Shankar Raman

A little boy stood outside,
Watching the wind blow,
He saw how it moved,
The leaves and the trees below.

11. Merry Sunshine

       by Anonymous

Merry, merry sunshine,
Clap thy hands and sing;
Triggy, triggy tar,
Light the world with spring!

12. The Butterfly

       by Anonymous

I never saw a butterfly
I never want to see one.
I never want to see one,
For I know I’ll kill it dead.

13. The Sparrows

       by Rabindranath Tagore

The little sparrow sits alone
In sober garb, but in merry tone
Reminding me of my pretty cot
The cottage that I have almost forgot.

14. Rainbow

       by Ruskin Bond

When the sun shines through the rain,
There is a rainbow in the sky.
A pretty arc of colors bright,
A lovely sight for every eye.

15. Ding Dong Bell

       by Anonymous

Ding, dong, bell,
Pussy’s in the well!
Who put her in?
Little Tommy Lin.
Who pulled her out?
Little Tommy Stout.

16. The Elephant

       by Ruskin Bond

I saw an elephant in the zoo,
His eyes were gray, his toenails too.
He swayed from side to side,
As he ate his daily hay.

17. Mango-Mania

       by Keki N. Daruwalla

Mangoes, ripe and green,
Drooping from each bough,
Heavy with nectarous juice,
Plucked and eaten now.

18. Two Little Kittens

       by Anonymous

Two little kittens, one stormy night,
Began to quarrel, and then to fight;
One had a mouse, the other had none,
And that’s the way the quarrel begun.

19. A Snake in the Grass

       by Anonymous

I met a snake on the hill,
It hissed and slithered, oh what a thrill!
But I stepped back and stayed away,
For I knew snakes like to play.

20. The Friendly Dragon

       by Ruskin Bond

Once upon a time, in a land far away,
Lived a friendly dragon who loved to play.
With scales so shiny and wings so wide,
He soared through the air with joy and pride.

Indian Poems about Life

With beautiful imagery and thought-provoking words, these Indian poems about life will take you on a journey through the highs and lows of life. With just a few stanzas, you’ll be lost in the world created by these talented poets. So, what are you waiting for? Take some time for yourself and check out these amazing poems.

1. The River

       by Rabindranath Tagore

The river flows on, nothing can hinder it,
It flows on, like the flow of time,
It carries away all our joys and sorrows,
And takes them to the sea, where they are lost.

2. Life’s Journey

       by Sarojini Naidu

We journey through life, O my friend,
Through laughter and tears, through hopes and fears,
We tread the path that fate has planned,
And bear the burden of our years.

3. The Wheel of Life

       by R.K. Narayan

The wheel of life turns round and round,
From birth to death, from joy to sorrow,
We climb the mountain, we face the storm,
And hope for a better tomorrow.

4. The Mystery of Life

       by Kahlil Gibran

The mystery of life is not solved by reasoning,
But by surrendering to its rhythm,
We must dance with the waves of chance,
And let ourselves be carried by the stream.

5. The Path of Life

       by Swami Vivekananda

The path of life is not always smooth,
There are obstacles and challenges to face,
But we must walk on, undeterred and brave,
And never lose faith in God’s grace.

6. The Cycle of Life

       by Munshi Premchand

Life is a cycle, a wheel that turns,
From birth to death, from growth to decay,
We must accept each stage with equanimity,
And find meaning in every phase.

7. The Journey Within

       by Sri Aurobindo

Life is a journey within,
To discover the depths of our soul,
To unite with the divine within,
And fulfill our true goal.

8. The Meaning of Life

       by Rabindranath Tagore

The meaning of life is not found in wealth,
Nor in fame, nor in pleasure,
But in the love we share with others,
And the joy we bring to those near.

9. The Stream of Life

       by Toru Dutt

Life is a stream that flows and flows,
Through hills and valleys, swift and slow,
We must embark on its journey,
And follow wherever it may go.

10. The Beauty of Life

       by Amir Khusrau

Life is beautiful, despite its pain,
For every moment holds a secret gain,
We must cherish each instant,
And make the most of life’s fleeting grace.

11. Life is Beautiful

       by Ruskin Bond

Life is beautiful, don’t you think so?
Don’t let it pass by, don’t let it go.
Look at the mountains, look at the sky,
Life is beautiful, don’t let it pass by.

12. Life’s Song

       by Harindranath Chattopadhyaya

Life is a little gleam of time
Between two Eternities—
Between the shores of dark and bright—
Dark with closed eyelids, bright with eyes that see.

13. The Song of the Free

       by Swami Vivekananda

Free from all the bondage of the past,
Determined to take myself from this state,
I will exert myself incessantly till I get the light,
Till that comes, I will rest not.

14. Time

       by Javed Akhtar

Time is like a river
Where the moments flow,
It never waits for anyone,
It just seems to go.

15. The Journey

       by Rupi Kaur

You are your own soulmate,
You are your own hero,
You are the one you’ve been waiting for.

16. Life’s Philosophy

       by Sumitranandan Pant

Let the day flow, let the night flow,
Let the sky roll like the sea.
I have seen happiness in life,
And life is happiness.

Final Thoughts

To conclude, reading Indian poetry can be quite a charming experience.

We hope that our collection of Indian poems brings you joy, as it has for many readers before you!

Each poem on this list provides a unique way to appreciate what India’s culture has to offer.

So now that we’ve reached the end of our journey together, it’s time to find out what you think about these amazing poems by Indian poets!

Share your thoughts with us in the comments section below— we always love hearing different perspectives and feedback.

Readers, writers, and poets alike – join in on the conversation and let us know which ones were your favorite!

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