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Ganga and Bhishma

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दिन क्यों बीत गए

Din Kyon Beet Gaye

Dhananjay Singh
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5 verses · ~1 min

कौन किसे क्या समझा पाया लिख-लिख गीत नए । दिन क्यों बीत गए!

चौबारे पर दीपक धरकर बैठ गई संध्या एक-एक कर तारे डूबे रात रही बंध्या ।

यों स्वर्णाभ-किरण-मंगल-घट तट पर रीत गए ।

छप-छप करती नाव हो गई बालू का कछुआ दूर किनारे पर जा बैठा बंसीधर मछुआ ।

फिर मछली के मन पर काँटे क्या-क्या चीत गए ।

इति

Dhananjay Singh

The Poet

धनंजय सिंह

Dhananjay Singh

Dhananjay Singh represents a deeply grounded voice in contemporary Hindi literature. Born in 1945 in the Bulandshahr district of Uttar Pradesh, his literary career spans several decades of poetry, ghazals, and lyrical verses. He writes with a profound awareness of the changing human condition and the quiet emotional struggles of ordinary people. Through celebrated collections like Palash Dahke Hain and Din Kyun Beet Gaye, he explores the delicate intersections of memory, nature, and modern existence. He possesses a remarkable ability to craft accessible yet deeply moving verse, bridging the gap between classical poetic traditions and contemporary sensibilities. Honored with the Sahitya Bhushan Samman, he has also dedicated much of his life to editing anthologies and uplifting new literary voices. He remains a steadfast guardian of the Hindi lyric form, writing poems that feel both intensely personal and universally relevant.

Ganga and Bhishma

Paired Painting

Ganga and Bhishma

This poignant masterpiece captures a heartbreaking moment from the Mahabharata, where the celestial river goddess Ganga prepares to release her newborn son Devavrata, later known as Bhishma, into the sacred waters. Bound by a divine curse and her vow to free the Vasus from mortal suffering, Ganga carries out her tragic duty with a visage of profound sorrow and serene resolve. Raja Ravi Varma brilliantly bridges classical Indian epic storytelling with Western academic realism, immortalizing the sorrow of a mother both divine and mortal. The billowing drapery of her vibrant orange sari reflects the rushing winds and currents of her celestial domain, while her tender yet resolute grip on the infant speaks volumes of the eternal sacrifice woven into the tapestry of the cosmos.

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