
The Poet · 1889 – 1968
माखनलाल चतुर्वेदी
Makhanlal Chaturvedi
Region
Bundelkhand
Language
hindi
Signature rasa
Shringara
Works · archive
58
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.
Chronology
A life, paced like a poem.
1889
Born in Babai, Madhya Pradesh.
1913
Became the editor of the nationalist journal 'Prabha'.
1921
Participated actively in the Non-Cooperation Movement and was imprisoned.
1922
Wrote the iconic patriotic poem 'Pushp Ki Abhilasha' while in Bilaspur jail.
1955
Won the inaugural Sahitya Akademi Award in Hindi for 'Him Tarangini'.
1968
Passed away in Khandwa, Madhya Pradesh.
Essential
Start with these.
Three doorways into Makhanlal Chaturvedi, chosen for how quickly they show you what this voice sounds like.

Veera
01पुष्प की अभिलाषा
Pushpa Ki Abhilasha
The clearest statement of veera in this catalogue, begin here.
Read the poem →1 verse
Shringara
02वायु
Vayu
A shorter turn in shringara, 3 verses long.
Read the poem →3 verses
Hasya
03लड्डू ले लो
Laddu Le Lo
A shorter turn in hasya, 3 verses long.
Read the poem →3 versesFull Catalogue
Every composition, by mood.
58 entries · 7 rasas
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Shringara
21 compositions
- 019 versesRead →
ऊषा के सँग, पहिन अरुणिमा
Usha Ke Sang Pahin Arunima
- 029 versesRead →
मचल मत, दूर-दूर, ओ मानी
Machal Mat, Door-Door, O Maani
- 038 versesRead →
तुम मन्द चलो
Tum Mand Chalo
- 045 versesRead →
मधुर! बादल, और बादल, और बादल
Madhur! Badal, Aur Badal, Aur Badal
- 051 verseRead →
झूला झूलै री
Jhula Jhulai Ri
- 0615 versesRead →
कुंज कुटीरे यमुना तीरे
Kunj Kutire Yamuna Teere
- 074 versesRead →
वरदान या अभिशाप?
Vardan Ya Abhishap
- 086 versesRead →
तुम मिले
Tum Mile
करुणा
Karuna
6 compositions
अद्भुत
Adbhuta
4 compositions
वीर
Veera
16 compositions
- 0115 versesRead →
गिरि पर चढ़ते, धीरे-धीर
Giri Par Chadhte, Dheere-Dheere
- 026 versesRead →
दीप से दीप जले
Deep Se Deep Jale
- 031 verseRead →
ये अनाज की पूलें तेरे काँधें झूलें
Ye Anaaj Ki Poolen Tere Kaandhen Jhoolen
- 046 versesRead →
उठ महान
Uth Mahan
- 056 versesRead →
सिपाही
Sipahi
- 0610 versesRead →
तान की मरोर
Tana Ki Maror
- 073 versesRead →
बलि-पन्थी से
Bali-Panthi Se
- 0819 versesRead →
कैदी और कोकिला
Kaidi Aur Kokila
हास्य
Hasya
2 compositions
शान्त
Shanta
8 compositions
- 018 versesRead →
जीवन, यह मौलिक महमानी
Jeevan, Yeh Maulik Mehmanee
- 029 versesRead →
संध्या के बस दो बोल सुहाने लगते हैं
Sandhya Ke Bas Do Bol Suhane Lagate Hain
- 036 versesRead →
इस तरह ढक्कन लगाया रात ने
Is Tarah Dhakkan Lagaya Raat Ne
- 045 versesRead →
मधुर-मधुर कुछ गा दो मालिक
Madhur Madhur Kuch Ga Do Malik
- 057 versesRead →
कैसी है पहिचान तुम्हारी
Kaisi Hai Pahichan Tumhari
- 064 versesRead →
जाड़े की साँझ
Jade Ki Sanjh
- 077 versesRead →
यह अमर निशानी किसकी है?
Yeh Amar Nishani Kiski Hai?
- 085 versesRead →
अंजलि के फूल गिरे जाते हैं
Anjali Ke Phool Gire Jaate Hain



