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क्या आकाश उतर आया है दूबों के दरबार में?
नीली भूमि हरी हो आई इस किरणों के ज्वार में! क्या देखें तरुओं को उनके फूल लाल अंगारे हैं;
बन के विजन भिखारी ने वसुधा में हाथ पसारे हैं। नक्शा उतर गया है, बेलों की अलमस्त जवानी का युद्ध ठना, मोती की लड़ियों से दूबों के पानी का!
तुम न नृत्य कर उठो मयूरी, दूबों की हरियाली पर; हंस तरस खाएँ उस मुक्ता बोने वाले माली पर! ऊँचाई यों फिसल पड़ी है नीचाई के प्यार में! क्या आकाश उतर आया है दूबों के दरबार में?
इति
The Poet
माखनलाल चतुर्वेदी
Makhanlal Chaturvedi
1889 · 1968
There is a poem that lives at the absolute center of the Indian literary imagination of sacrifice a poem in which a flower, offered for worship, instead asks to be pressed into the wreath of a martyr, to fall upon a brave man's chest as he marches into the cannon's mouth. That poem is Pushp Ki Abhilasha The Flower's Longing and its author, Makhanlal Chaturvedi, composed it with the hand of a man who had already offered himself in exactly the same spirit. He was imprisoned multiple times by British colonial authorities for his journalism and his poetry. He was the editor of Prabha, one of the luminous literary political journals of the independence era. He was awarded the Sahitya Akademi's very first prize in 1955, and the Padma Bhushan followed. But what no institutional recognition can fully capture is the texture of his moral life the extraordinary combination of burning patriotic fire and absolute personal humility, a man who wrote about martyrdom while quietly being available for it himself. Born in Babai in 1889, he lived to see the independence he had helped dream into existence, and then he wrote on for two decades more, finding in a free India new obligations for the literary conscience. He is the poet of pure sacrifice not sacrifice celebrated from a distance, but sacrifice inhabited, practiced, and offered without expectation of return.
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Morning Scene of the Himalayas
In this breathtaking depiction of the Himalayas, the artist invites us to witness the quiet, sacred dawn awakening over the world's highest sanctuary. The majestic snow-clad peaks catch the very first rays of golden light, illuminating the ancient mountains with an ethereal, divine glow that pierces through the gentle morning mist. In the foreground, silhouetted trees frame the vast expanse, drawing the viewer into a meditative contemplation of nature's eternal grandeur. The artist masterfully translates the atmospheric serenity and spiritual stillness of the high mountains into tangible pigments, offering a visual prayer of devotion to the sacred abodes of the gods.
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