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बेसन की सोंधी रोटी पर खट्टी चटनी जैसी माँ
याद आती है चौका-बासन चिमटा फुकनी जैसी माँ
बाँस की खुर्री खाट के ऊपर हर आहट पर कान धरे
आधी सोई आधी जागी थकी दोपहरी जैसी माँ
चिड़ियों के चहकार में गूंजे राधा-मोहन अली-अली
मुर्ग़े की आवाज़ से खुलती घर की कुंडी जैसी माँ
बिवी, बेटी, बहन, पड़ोसन थोड़ी थोड़ी सी सब में
दिन भर इक रस्सी के ऊपर चलती नटनी जैसी माँ
बाँट के अपना चेहरा, माथा, आँखें जाने कहाँ गई
फटे पुराने इक अलबम में चंचल लड़की जैसी माँ
इति
The Poet
निदा फ़ाज़ली
Nida Fazli
1938 · 2016
Nida Fazli occupied a space where the profound melancholies of Urdu literature met the spiritual philosophy of the Indian soil. Born in 1938 in Gwalior, he suffered the deep trauma of the partition when his family migrated to Pakistan. He chose to stay behind in India, a decision that infused his poetry with a permanent sense of yearning and existential loneliness. Fazli refused to write in the heavily Persianized vocabulary of traditional Urdu circles. Instead, he used the spoken, everyday language of the streets to explore complex human emotions and universal truths. His film lyrics elevated mainstream cinema, turning simple melodies into deep philosophical inquiries. Honored with the Sahitya Akademi Award and the Padma Shri, he passed away in 2016. He remains a poet who taught readers that true spirituality lies in recognizing the shared sorrow of humanity.

Paired Painting
Woman with Fruit Plate
In this serene composition, Raja Ravi Varma captures the timeless grace of an Indian woman, elevated by his masterful fusion of European realism and traditional Indian sensibilities. The figure holds a plate of fruit with a poise that suggests both domestic duty and a sacred offering. Her expression is one of quiet contemplation, reflecting the dignified beauty the artist sought to immortalize. Varma sought to bring Indian subjects into the realm of high art, and here, through the soft play of light on her crimson sari and the delicate rendering of her jewelry, he invites the viewer to share in a moment of tranquil domesticity that feels eternal.
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