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देश को जिस ने जगाया जगे सोने न दिया। आग घर घर में बुरी फूट को बोने न दिया।1।
है वही बीर पिया दूध उसी ने माँ का। जाति को जिसने जिगर थाम के रोने न दिया।2।
बन गये भोले बहुत, अपनी भलाई भूली। है इसी भूल ने अब तक भला होने न दिया।3।
बार से कैसे दुखों के न भला दब जाते। ऐब अपना हमें अदबार ने खोने न दिया।4।
किस तरह बात बने क्यों न दबा अनबन ले। प्यार का बोझ बनावट ने तो ढोने न दिया।5।
हो सके मेल क्यों हम कैसे गले मिल पावें। मैल जी का बुरे मैलान ने खोने न दिया।6।
तो किसी काम की रंगत न रही जो उसने। भाव रंगों में उमंगों को भिगोने न दिया।7।
लाल माई का हमें लोग कहेंगे कैसे। प्रेम आँसू ने अगर मोती पिरोने न दिया।8।
इति
The Poet
अयोध्या सिंह उपाध्याय ‘हरिऔध’
Ayodhya Singh Upadhyay 'Hariaudh'
1865 · 1947
Ayodhya Singh Upadhyay, widely known by his pen name Hariaudh, fundamentally altered the course of modern Hindi poetry. Born in 1865 in Nizamabad, Uttar Pradesh, he initially wrote in Braj Bhasha before making a decisive shift to Khari Boli. This transition proved historic. In 1914, he published Priyapravas, universally recognized as the very first epic poem written in modern Hindi. Hariaudh did not just write a monumental text. He proved that the everyday language of the people possessed the aesthetic gravity necessary for grand mythological narratives. His poetry seamlessly blended profound devotion with contemporary social reform, reimagining the divine figures of Radha and Krishna as dedicated servants of humanity. He served for decades as a professor at Banaras Hindu University, mentoring an entire generation of modern writers. Passing away in 1947, Hariaudh left a legacy that permanently established the structural foundations of contemporary Hindi literature.
Paired Painting
Karna and Kunti
This poignant depiction captures one of the most tragic and profound encounters in the Mahabharata. Kunti, the mother of the Pandavas, approaches her abandoned son Karna on the banks of the Ganga. The painting breathes with the weight of unspeakable secrets and the heavy mantle of duty. Karna, a warrior defined by his loyalty to Duryodhana despite his divine lineage, rests in a moment of vulnerability. Kunti, draped in white, embodies the sorrow of a mother whose maternal love was sacrificed at the altar of circumstances. It is a quiet, devastating intersection of destiny and blood, reminding the viewer that even the greatest heroes are bound by the threads of fate.
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