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नमो, नमो, नमो...
नमो स्वतंत्र भारत की ध्वजा, नमो, नमो! नमो नगाधिराज-शृंग की विहारिणी! नमो अनंत सौख्य-शक्ति-शील-धारिणी! प्रणय-प्रसारिणी, नमो अरिष्ट-वारिणी! नमो मनुष्य की शुभेषणा-प्रचारिणी! नवीन सूर्य की नई प्रभा, नमो, नमो! नमो स्वतंत्र भारत की ध्वजा, नमो, नमो!
हम न किसी का चाहते तनिक, अहित, अपकार प्रेमी सकल जहान का भारतवर्ष उदार सत्य न्याय के हेतु, फहर फहर ओ केतु हम विरचेंगे देश-देश के बीच मिलन का सेतु पवित्र सौम्य, शांति की शिखा, नमो, नमो! नमो स्वतंत्र भारत की ध्वजा, नमो, नमो!
तार-तार में हैं गुंथा ध्वजे, तुम्हारा त्याग दहक रही है आज भी, तुम में बलि की आग सेवक सैन्य कठोर, हम चालीस करोड़ कौन देख सकता कुभाव से ध्वजे, तुम्हारी ओर करते तव जय गान, वीर हुए बलिदान अंगारों पर चला तुम्हें ले सारा हिन्दुस्तान! प्रताप की विभा, कृषानुजा, नमो, नमो!
नमो स्वतंत्र भारत की ध्वजा, नमो, नमो!
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
Bharat Mata
Painted by the visionary master Abanindranath Tagore in 1905, Bharat Mata stands as a luminous pillar of the Bengal School of Art and a sacred visual manifesto of Indian nationalism. Conceived during the tumultuous partition of Bengal and the consequent Swadeshi movement, Tagore reimagined the motherland not merely as a geographical territory, but as a divine, nurturing ascetic deity. Adrobed in the simple saffron garments of renunciation, her four gentle arms tenderly hold symbols of sustenance, learning, clothing, and spiritual liberation, embodying the self sufficiency and cultural pride that the nation so deeply yearned for. Bathed in a serene, golden aura, she stands upon white lotus blossoms rising from tranquil waters, exuding a quiet grace that transcends political struggle and touches the realm of the eternal.
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