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“Aguner Parashmoni Chhoyao Prane,” a revered Rabindra Sangeet composed by Rabindranath Tagore in 1914, is a profound expression of spiritual yearning and self-surrender. Written during Tagore’s stay in Surul, near Sriniketan, the song emerged amidst his engagement with agricultural and scientific pursuits. On August 28, 1914, while teaching new compositions to his nephew Dinendranath
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Ramdhari Singh Dinkar’s Hunkar was not merely a poem……. it was a thunderclap against submission, a fire lit in the hearts of the oppressed. In its echo resounded the cries of freedom, dignity, and righteous defiance. This poem, inspired by its spirit, does not seek to translate but to rekindle the fury, the resolve,
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In the stillness of waiting, there is a hopeful beauty; a yearning for what is to come creates a strong bond between anticipation and acceptance. This endless twilight transforms our hearts into keepers of dreams, filled with joy and optimism. To love despite waiting means embracing beauty and heartbreak, intertwined with the night and
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For decades, Bharat was betrayed from within. The Congress party, an instrument of colonial design, sold out the soul of the nation…… weakening our borders, dismantling our defences, and sacrificing sovereignty for vote bank politics. After Partition in 1947, when history demanded a clean break, millions who ideologically aligned with Pakistan were inexplicably retained
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The role of a father often goes unnoticed, a steady shadow behind the radiance of life’s moments. Yet, his strength is the silent foundation upon which a family stands, and his love, though less spoken, echoes deeply in the heart. This poem explores the father’s perspective….. a guardian, a guide, and an enduring presence
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When a nation bleeds, it is not just the soldier who bears the wound…… the farmer’s plough, the teacher’s chalk, the artisan’s chisel, and the child’s lullaby carry the weight of sacrifice. In times of terror, every citizen becomes a sentinel, every street a battlefield, and every heartbeat a war cry. This is not
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Life’s journey is filled with trials that challenge our spirit, yet hope remains a guiding light, emphasizing that perseverance can turn struggles into triumph. This poem reflects on resilience, the strength of love, and the victory of truth, creating an optimistic tapestry woven from life’s challenges. When shadows stretch across the heart,And silence
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This is not a time for poetry made of petals. This is not a time for soft tears and quiet prayers. This is war. They came masked in terror and left ashes in their wake. This poem is a blade, not a balm. It speaks the language of boots on the ground, of bullets
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In a dim hospital room where machines hum and beeps mark time like a ticking clock, a man lies between two worlds. Once a nameless shadow in the service of a greater cause, he is now a battlefield of broken organs and splintered will. Tortured in the dark, his body remembers every blow….. but
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In a world that thrives on wisdom and the light of knowledge, the sudden absence of a true cognoscente feels like a shadow falling over a brilliant day. These rare minds, who guide others through the labyrinth of thought, leave behind a legacy that is both inspiring and enigmatic. But what happens when one
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