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गीत, अगीत, कौन सुंदर है? गाकर गीत विरह की तटिनी वेगवती बहती जाती है, दिल हलका कर लेने को उपलों से कुछ कहती जाती है। तट पर एक गुलाब सोचता, "देते स्वर यदि मुझे विधाता, अपने पतझर के सपनों का मैं भी जग को गीत सुनाता।" गा-गाकर बह रही निर्झरी, पाटल मूक खड़ा तट पर है। गीत, अगीत, कौन सुंदर है? बैठा शुक उस घनी डाल पर जो खोंते पर छाया देती। पंख फुला नीचे खोंते में शुकी बैठ अंडे है सेती। गाता शुक जब किरण वसंती छूती अंग पर्ण से छनकर। किंतु, शुकी के गीत उमड़कर रह जाते स्नेह में सनकर। गूँज रहा शुक का स्वर वन में, फूला मग्न शुकी का पर है। गीत, अगीत, कौन सुंदर है? दो प्रेमी हैं यहाँ, एक जब बड़े साँझ आल्हा गाता है, पहला स्वर उसकी राधा को घर से यहाँ खींच लाता है। चोरी-चोरी खड़ी नीम की छाया में छिपकर सुनती है, 'हुई न क्यों मैं कड़ी गीत की बिधना', यों मन में गुनती है। वह गाता, पर किसी वेग से फूल रहा इसका अंतर है। गीत, अगीत, कौन सुन्दर है?
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.
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Varini
Varini captures a quiet, ethereal moment of communion between humanity and the natural world. Raja Ravi Varma, a master of bringing mythological and cultural narratives to life, depicts a serene woman standing amidst a lush forest landscape, accompanied by a swan. This work reflects the romantic sensibilities of the late nineteenth century, where classical elegance meets the vibrant spirit of the Indian landscape. The swan, often a symbol of grace and purity in Indian literature, mirrors the gentle poise of the subject. Through his mastery of light and shadow, Varma elevates this scene into an iconic vision of grace that has resonated with generations of Indian viewers who encountered his prints.
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