Shahr Naamah Banaam Kolkata
Kalkatte ka jo zikr kiya…
I stand partitioned, bombed, starved. I am revolutionary, but stagnated too. I refuse to grow, yet I do. I choke; I breathe; I live on.
इमरोज़ की मिट्टी का गुदाज़, लोच और लचक देखकर हैरत होती है कि कोई इतना सहज भी हो सकता है। लोग जो भी बातें करते रहें, वो दर-अस्ल इमरोज़ को अमृता के चश्मे के थ्रू देख रहे होते हैं जबकि इमरोज़ किसी भी परछाईं से अलग अपने वजूद, अपने मर्कज़ से मुकम्मल तौर पर जुड़े रहे हैं।
I stand partitioned, bombed, starved. I am revolutionary, but stagnated too. I refuse to grow, yet I do. I choke; I breathe; I live on.
Traced back to antiquity, that is even before the Puarnas, this story was narrated for the sake of entertainment during the exile of the Pandavas.
Majrooh Sultanpuri was one such poet who drew upon both and blended them together with distinction. He was a classicist in style and a romanticist in disposition. In addition, he was a humanist — a humanist at core.
Quli Qutub Shah loved his flora and fauna, his people, and himself; he adored his romantic icons and eulogised them in his poetry.
A woman of substance, courage and resilience, she is an ideal example of how a woman may play different roles all through her life. She once expressed that life gave her the material for poetry in all its variety as a mother, observer, traveller and learner.
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