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क्या कहा कि यह घर मेरा है? जिसके रवि उगें जेलों में, संध्या होवे वीरानों मे, उसके कानों में क्यों कहने आते हो? यह घर मेरा है?
है नील चंदोवा तना कि झूमर झालर उसमें चमक रहे, क्यों घर की याद दिलाते हो, तब सारा रैन-बसेरा है? जब चाँद मुझे नहलाता है, सूरज रोशनी पिन्हाता है, क्यों दीपक लेकर कहते हो, यह तेरा दीपक लेकर कहते हो, यह तेरा है, यह मेरा है?
ये आए बादल घूम उठे, ये हवा के झोंके झूम उठे, बिजली की चमचम पर चढ़कर गीले मोती भू चूम उठे; फिर सनसनाट का ठाठ बना, आ गई हवा, कजली गाने, आ गई रात, सौगात लिए, ये गुलसबो मासूम उठे। इतने में कोयल बोल उठी, अपनी तो दुनिया डोल उठी, यह अंधकार का तरल प्यार सिसकें बन आयीं जब मलार; मत घर की याद दिलाओ तुम अपना तो काला डेरा है।
कलरव, बरसात, हवा ठंडी, मीठे दाने, खारे मोती, सब कुछ ले, लौटाया न कभी, घरवाला महज़ लुटेरा है।
हो मुकुट हिमालय पहनाता सागर जिसके पद धुलवाता, यह बंधा बेड़ियों में मंदिर, मस्जिद, गुस्र्द्वारा मेरा है। क्या कहा कि यह घर मेरा है?
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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Veer Durgadas Rathore in the Wilderness
This profound canvas brings to life the indomitable spirit of Veer Durgadas Rathore, the legendary hero of Marwar who dedicated his entire existence to protecting the sovereignty and honor of Jodhpur. Surrounded by the rugged and unforgiving terrain of the Aravalli hills, Durgadas is portrayed during a moment of quiet yet vigilant exile, accompanied by loyal companions and soldiers. The crackling campfire casts a warm, flickering glow against the dark foliage and stony ground, symbolizing the enduring spark of Rajput resistance during the tumultuous campaigns of the late seventeenth century. Every brushstroke honors his immense personal sacrifices, capturing the silent dignity of a leader who chose a path of endless struggle and hardship over submission, forever etching his name in the hearts of those who revere devotion to the motherland.
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