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बढी आ रही,इक प्रलय की लहर ने कहा जिन्दगी से अरे यों न डर आज कितनी मधुर है प्रलय यामिनी!
आज लहरें बढेंगी बुलाने तुम्हें, आज स्वागत करेगा तिमिर यह गहन! फेन बुद्बुबुद् बिछाये यहाँ पंथ में उस गगन पंथ से साथ ले धोर घन, वह महाकाल का रथ बढा आ रहा, बज रहे ढोल बाजे गहन घोर स्वर, मौर मे झलमलाती है सौदामिनी!
आँसुओं से भरे ये तुम्हारे नयन, यों न व्याकुल बनो मैं अभी साथ हूँ, यह न घर था तुम्हारा सदा के लिये, आज तुम पर जगत के प्रहर वार दूँ! द्वार का पाहुना है अनोखा बडा, सिर्फ़ स्वागत सहित लौटने का नहीं, साथ मे है बराती प्रलय-वाहिनी!
आज जाना पडेगा दुल्हन सी विवश, इस धरा से अभी नेह से भेंट लो! यह सदा की सहेली घडी ढल रही, छुट रहा साथ इससे बिदा माँग लो १ आ रहा आज कोई बुलाने तुम्हें उस अपरिचय भरी शून्य की राह में, लो सुनो, यह बिदा की करुण रागिनी!
इति
The Poet
प्रतिभा सक्सेना
Pratibha Saxena
Dr. Pratibha Saxena holds a distinct and vital place in contemporary Hindi literature. Her work connects the rigorous intellectual demands of academia with the sensitive realities of human relationships. Born on February 9, 1938, in Madhya Pradesh, her life path took her from the lecture halls of Kanpur, where she worked as an educator, to a diasporic existence in the United States. This geographical shift is highly visible in her diverse literary output, which includes poetry, short stories, and satire. In collections like Uttar Katha and Seema Ke Bandhan, she examines the modern domestic sphere. She highlights the subtle constraints placed upon women and the shifting dynamics of family life with deep psychological insight. Her language carries a quiet and confident thoughtfulness that never shouts but still commands complete attention. Saxena has spent decades enriching Hindi literature, demonstrating that a writer can remain deeply rooted in their native culture while living far from home.
Paired Painting
Saint Shravana Goes to Heaven
This poignant artwork captures a deeply emotional episode from the epics, depicting the noble ascetic Shravana Kumar ascending toward the celestial realms in a divine beam of light. Shravana, renowned for his unwavering devotion and selfless care for his blind aging parents, tragically met his end through an accidental arrow shot by King Dasharatha. Yet, his pure soul transcends earthly sorrow, rising above the sacred funeral pyre as divine beings witness his liberation. Below, grieving figures gaze upward in reverence, embodying the collective grief and spiritual awe of a deeply sacred moment that honors supreme filial piety.
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