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यह कैसी चांदनी अम के मलिन तमिस्र गगन में कूक रही क्यों नियति व्यंग से इस गोधूलि-लगन में?
मरघट में तू साज रही दिल्ली कैसे श्रृंगार? यह बहार का स्वांग अरी इस उजड़े चमन में!
इस उजाड़ निर्जन खंडहर में छिन्न-भिन्न उजड़े इस घर मे
तुझे रूप सजाने की सूझी इस सत्यानाश प्रहर में!
डाल-डाल पर छेड़ रही कोयल मर्सिया-तराना, और तुझे सूझा इस दम ही उत्सव हाय, मनाना;
हम धोते हैं घाव इधर सतलज के शीतल जल से, उधर तुझे भाता है इनपर नमक हाय, छिड़काना!
महल कहां बस, हमें सहारा केवल फ़ूस-फ़ास, तॄणदल का;
अन्न नहीं, अवलम्ब प्राण का गम, आँसू या गंगाजल का;
इति
The Poet
रामधारी सिंह 'दिनकर'
Ramdhari Singh 'Dinkar'
1908 · 1974
There are poets who write of an age, and there are poets who become the age itself. Ramdhari Singh 'Dinkar' belongs entirely to the latter, a man in whom the entire volcanic conscience of a colonized and awakening civilization found its most thunderous utterance. He did not arrive at poetry. He erupted into it, carrying the red earth of Bihar's Simariya, the grief of a humiliated nation, and the primordial fire of Kshatriya rage that runs like lava beneath the crust of centuries. His verse was never merely literature, it was the psychological armature of a people learning to stand upright after centuries of bowed submission. When Dinkar wrote of Veer Rasa, it was not an aesthetic exercise. It was a consecration. His words did not describe courage, they manufactured it, pressing it into the chests of readers who had forgotten what courage smelled like. Works like Kurukshetra, Urvashi, and Rashmirathi are not books, they are monuments hewn from the granite of collective destiny. Rashmirathi alone resurrected Karna from the footnotes of mythology and placed him at the very center of moral tragedy, making the question of righteousness ache with a freshness that still draws blood. He carried the dust of ancient battlefields on his tongue and the roar of the Ganga in his lungs. Nehru wept at his verses. Parliament fell silent when he read. India named him Rashtrakavi, the poet of the nation, and it was the single most honest title the republic ever conferred. In the grand cathedral of Hindi literature, Dinkar is not a pillar. He is the foundation stone.
Paired Painting
Draupadi and Krishna at Kurukshetra
This profound canvas portrays the devastating aftermath of the epic Mahabharata war on the blood soaked fields of Kurukshetra. Amidst the swirling smoke and fallen warriors, Lord Krishna stands with a sublime and melancholic grace, holding a sword while embodying the detached witness of cosmic duty. Nearby, a grieving and wounded Draupadi is supported by companions, her anguish a poignant reminder of the heavy human cost of vengeance and righteousness. The artist captures both the divine stillness of the Lord and the profound sorrow of the queen, creating a timeless meditation on duty, grief, and the eternal wheel of karma.
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