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अच्छा हुआ तुम नहीं आये शोक सभा थी तुम्हारी ही मृत्यु की याद किया सभी ने तुम्हें गुण गाये गये तुम्हारे रहा दो मिनट? का मौन भी चर्चा थी, अंदेसा था सभी को तुम्हारी मृत्यु का पुष्टि नहीं की किसी ने अफ़वाह की जैसे सभी को प्रतीक्षा थी इसी बात की मै भी चुप रहा सब जान कर फिर सोचा सच होकर भी शर्मिन्दा हो क्या सचमुच तुम जिन्दा हो हर झूठ से डरते हो मुझे तो लगता है तुम रोज़ मरते हो सभा समाप्त हुई हम घर आये अब क्यों खड़े हो मुहँ लटकाये अरे भाई अच्छा हुआ तुम नहीं आये।
इति
The Poet
अमिताभ त्रिपाठी 'अमित'
Amitabh Tripathi ‘Amit’
Amitabh Tripathi 'Amit' belongs to a rare class of contemporary Hindi poets who write to hold up an unflinching mirror to society. His verse is stripped of complex academic jargon and strikes directly at the center of modern Indian realities. In works like his celebrated poem "Bas Itna Sa Samachar Hai" (This is All the News There Is), Tripathi captures the everyday ironies, widespread corruption, and moral compromises of the present age with devastating precision. He dismantles hollow idealism and gives a powerful voice to the common man navigating a broken system. To read Amitabh Tripathi is to be awakened from civic slumber. His poems are not merely complaints; they are urgent pleas for a return to collective conscience and integrity.
Paired Painting
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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