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Harishchandra and Taramati

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भुखमरी की ज़द में है या दार के साये में है

Bhukhmari Ki Zad Mein Hai Ya Dar Ke Saye Mein Hai

Adam Gondvi
1 min read 4 versesPovertyDespairIndia

4 verses · ~1 min

भुखमरी की ज़द में है या दार के साये में है अहले हिन्दुस्तान अब तलवार के साये में है

छा गई है जेहन की परतों पर मायूसी की धूप आदमी गिरती हुई दीवार के साये में है

बेबसी का इक समंदर दूर तक फैला हुआ और कश्ती कागजी पतवार के साये में है

हम फ़कीरों की न पूछो मुतमईन वो भी नहीं जो तुम्हारी गेसुए खमदार के साये में है

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Adam Gondvi

The Poet

अदम गोंडवी

Adam Gondvi

1947 · 2011

If poetry exists to comfort the afflicted and afflict the comfortable, Adam Gondvi was Hindi literature's most uncompromising voice. Born Ram Nath Singh on October 22, 1947, in the Gonda district of Uttar Pradesh, he lived the quiet life of a farmer while writing verses of fierce revolutionary anger. Gondvi took the delicate and traditionally romantic form of the Urdu ghazal and turned it into a weapon. He used its strict meter to expose the hypocrisy of the caste system, the cruelty of feudal oppression, and the deep corruption within Indian politics. When he wrote that he would take the reader to the alleys of the Dalits, he was challenging mainstream literature to abandon its comfortable illusions and confront the starving reality of rural India. He rejected political patronage and lived his entire life in modest circumstances before passing away in 2011. Adam Gondvi remains the fearless conscience of the marginalized. His words strike with undeniable force.

Harishchandra and Taramati

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Harishchandra and Taramati

This profound canvas brings to life one of the most heartbreaking trials of virtue found in Indian mythology, the story of King Harishchandra. Having relinquished his entire kingdom, his wealth, and his status to fulfill a vow of absolute truth, the righteous king finds himself serving as an outcast guardian at the cremation grounds. In this agonizing scene, Queen Taramati weeps bitterly as she brings the lifeless body of their young son Rohashwa for cremation, only to be confronted by her husband who must enforce the final funeral tax. Raja Ravi Varma captures the crushing weight of their supreme sacrifice with breathtaking emotional intensity, illuminating their grief through the flickering, melancholic flames of the funeral pyre.

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