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एक था राजा, एक थी रानी मेरी तेरी है पण्डवानी ।
राजा राजजात का भेड़ा रानी थी बेताल पचीसी राजा की दाढ़ी में तिनका रानी ख़तरनाक मकड़ी-सी
ऐसे में मत कर नादानी बाँध के रखियो बोली-बानी ।
राजा था ग़ुलाम रानी का रानी थी उस्ताद तिरंगी नाक रगड़वाती थी सबसे सोचो बस तलवार थी नंगी
परजा बस मूरख अज्ञानी माँगे उससे दाना-पानी ।
किन्तु आग जंगल की फैली जिसमें राख हुआ नौमहला पिघल गया वह भी लपटों में राजा निरा मोम का पुतला
बंसी बजा न पाया नीरो रुतबा गया, गयी परधानी ।
आया एक सिंह गिरिवन से भौंक उठे कुत्ते गलियों में राजा घुसा सियारों के घर रानी शामिल छिपकलियों में
लगी सुबकने नकली रानी जैसे रोए कुतिया कानी ।
इति
The Poet
बुद्धिनाथ मिश्र
Buddhinath Mishra
1948 · 1980
Buddhinath Mishra represents the beating, romantic heart of the modern Navgeet movement, keeping the pure lyricism of Hindi poetry alive in an increasingly cynical world. Born in 1949 in the Samastipur district of Bihar, he emerged as a beloved lyricist whose words seamlessly blend the lush beauty of nature with the complex emotional landscape of contemporary life. He is a poet of the seasons, the village courtyard, and the quiet ache of nostalgia. Yet, his work is never disconnected from reality. His verses actively engage with the struggles of the marginalized, capturing the agrarian distress and the shifting cultural values of the Indian heartland. Unlike poets who publish endlessly, Mishra has cultivated a highly distilled body of work, prioritizing profound emotional resonance over sheer volume. His melodic recitations carry a hypnotic quality that captivates vast audiences. He remains a living legend of Hindi song, proving that true poetry does not need to abandon melody to speak the profound truths of the modern age.
Paired Painting
Kaikeyi and Manthara
This poignant chromolithograph captures the fateful turning point in the Ramayana, where the maidservant Manthara whispers poison into the mind of Queen Kaikeyi. Within the opulent yet stifling chambers of the palace in Ayodhya, the drama of destiny unfolds. Manthara leans forward with urgent, cunning gestures, her face etched with malice and scheming ambition. Across from her, Queen Kaikeyi stands adorned in rich garments, holding a pearl necklace, momentarily caught between her natural grace and the insidious persuasion that will soon alter the course of empires. B. P. Banerjee masterfully translates this timeless literary tragedy into a visual masterpiece, reflecting the moral complexities and emotional depths of Indian epic mythology.
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