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ENGRAVED ON THE CANVAS OF TIME

Mahendra Bhatnagar

Poems of Social Harmony & HumanismRealistic & Visionary Aspects.

Dr. Mahendra Bhatnagar’s is one ofthe significant post-independencevoices in Hindi and Indian EnglishPoetry, expressing the lyricism andpathos, aspirations and yearnings ofthe modern Indian intellect. Rooteddeep into the Indian soil, his poemsreflect not only the moods of a poetbut of a complex age.

OPINION

"The thing which strikes foremost is the note of blazing optimismcoming out of these poems, be they songs of love, songs of futureof man or songs of the advent of a new era ushered in by thecommon man all over the world. Though unfortunately I cannotshare this optimism, I am deeply moved by the vigour with which ithas been projected by the poet. Mahendra Bhatnagar is Browning,Shelley and Maykovsky welded into one, he is a visionary, he is acomrade-in-arms and he is an architect. His ‘Man fired with faithdivine moves on’ because he is firm in his conviction that ‘one daythe heart-rose shall bloom in the midst of impediments galore.’ Heseeks strength from ‘the firmament’ which ‘has changed its colour’and from the wind’ which is always ‘humming a tune’, from the‘gracious mother earth’ wich is blessing man with a life - ‘long andhappy’.

He sings of youth in a new vein, youth for him is not apassing phase, it is something ‘which endures’. To him woman nomore bears ‘frailty’ as her other name, she is no longer ‘a sourceof pleasure and pastime’. In this emancipated woman he has founda companion. He is ‘never alone’, ‘the resurgent age is with him’,the future is driving him on. These are a few pieces which reflectthe inner struggle between this optimism and disillusionment, butthey are subdued by the dominating voice of hope.Such a sincereoptimism is a rare quality and deserves full applause; more so,when we have the perspective of a sad and sick man of today.

The poet has a very sensitive ear for cadences and knowshow to use them. His diction is chaste though racy, transparentand yet colourful, his imgery drawn partly from common-place oflife and partly from poetic conventions, is simple and effective, itis not pretentious, as the so called modern imagery is and is themost suited instrument for the content.

I envy the impetuosity of Mahendra Bhatnagar and at thesame time I admire his patience (‘the wall won’t collapse’) and hiscourage. If at times he is carried away by his creed, it only showshis zeal and not his weakness. If at times, he looks utterly lost in'the masses idea', it only shows his devotion to the cause and nothis lack of personality. If at times he turns a romantic visionary,it is an indicator of his fiery youth and not of his blindness toreality."

— Dr. Vidyaniwas Mishra

122 Life Today

123 The Middle Class — 1

124 The Middle Class — 2

125 The Future

126 To My Pen

127 Appeal

128 Register — This Day

129 Change — Inevitable

130 The Dawn

131 The Masses

132 Visions

133 Many A Man

134 Destruction Play

135 Stop It

136 The Tremor Of Trampling Feet

137 Not Alone

138 Youth

139 Festival Of Lights

140 With Flags Of Peace

141 Challenge

142 Festival Of Freedom

143 Invincible

144 Resurgence

145 Reap The Paddy

146 Can’t Stop

147 Remain Vigilant

148 The New Man

149 The Gale

150 The Hurricane

151 New Construction

152 Caravan Of Life

153 Go On Advancing

154 The Indifferent From New Man

155 New Direction

156 Tradition

157 What Happened?

158 Far Across The Fields

159 The Poet And The Age

160 Faith

161 Assured

162 Kindle The Lamp [2]

163 Inkling

164 Seen Today

165 I Have Trust

166 Covered The Face

167 New Society

168 Transition

169 Betrayal

170 Don’t Say

171 The New Age

172 Footsteps

173 Morning Call

174 Secured

175 Behold The Flashes

176 Change Of Era

177 New Culture

178 Flow The Ganga

179 New Canvas

180 Builders Of Future

181 The Poet

182 After Centuries

183 Freedom-Storm

184 The Stream Of Nectar

185 Bird Of The Age

186 Sea Of Masses

187 The Invincible

188 Heard-Hearted

189 Anchor

190 I Remember

191 Art

192 Where is destination?

193 The Eve Of Life

194 The Life

195 For The First Time

196 It Won’t Collapse

197 Navy Revolt

198 The Country Is Restless

199 Communal Riots

200 Public Voice

201 Changing Era

202 In My Country

203 How Life Changes

204 Woman Reborn

205 Gala Of National Liberation

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206 Torch (Mashal)

207 The Summer

208 The Poet

209 Woman

210 The Storm

211 The New Dawn

212 The Poet

213 Victory-Time

214 A Female Beggar

215 To Stars

Appendix : Poet Mahendra Bhatnagar

(122) LIFE TODAY

The smile of life has withered away,And dark clouds shroud the Moon!

The night stands denuded of its beauty,As if the belle widowed has been!

Stands robbed the spring of human happiness,And all the flower and foliage are fallen!

Blasted lie the flowing fields,The sand-storm blew so cruel!

Heart rending seems every dream,And aspirations on all sides are being crushed!

Crumbled are the customs of the present world,The path of love lies twisted and turned!

Stands intact only the forest of motives selfish,Housed where in are the dacoits' dens!

Every where is playing the funeral music,And coffins colourful are being arranged!

Constrained are we to lie down there,Fatigued and broken by pain!

So much has life been crippled,It falls and staggers paralysed!

(123) THE MIDDLE CLASS — 1

Overcast is the sky!Prevails all aroundThe thick darknessOne feels after closing the eyes.Birds are calm and quietResting cozily in their nests,And from every mansionAre pouring forth pleasant notesFrom Piano or 'Tanpura'1

But under the leaking roofFrom the pangs of recent child-birthGroans a motherYet the life of man,Is undyingNay — is springing forth as ever!

1 A musical instrument of four strings.

(124) THE MIDDLE CLASS — 2

It's ten O'clock in the nightDistantly are heardThe discordant drum-beats of a marriage party!

And at a high pitch the Radio Ceylon is blurting out!The stale and insipid film-songs

either from 'Aan'1 or 'Barsat2'!

And in the house nearby,Half-asleep and boredA maid, thirty-year oldLies restless in bedDreaming and thinking of her beloved,

Her father, a clerk poor,In a heap of files drowned,(Caught in the labyrinth of life!)Pauses to think —''Far advanced is the nightTomorrow shall I look into the rest.''

His eye-lids are heavy with sleepAs he dreams of days carefree of childhood!

1 An Indian film in Hindi.2 An Indian film in Hindi.

(125) THE FUTURE

On man's future pathReignsthe limitless darkness,Reignsthe thick darkness!

No moon nor sun visible,Not even alarm-trumpet is heard!

On the cliff of deathStands the hushed humanity,Staggering off and on!The Earth is terribly tremblingWith blasts ofatom and hydrogen bombs!

Island after island is vanishingAnd cities almost all,Ever dreamingthe tragedy of 'Hiroshima'!On the vast expanse of the skyPlays the flame with lurid fire,Smoke, Smoke,all around!

On man's future pathBright light is needed,The flood light is needed!In place of sand dunes precariousWe need a solid concrete dam!

So that Manmay have a firm footing,In the face of storms

And Man may resist onStrong, valiant and patient!

Nor let there be anygroans and sighs!Let every man laughA laughter — white and pure!And let hopes bloomOf a future happy and glorious!

(126) TO MY PEN

O Pen mine !Move on the canvas of timeSo asFear-lorn shredded worldIs built up anew !

Dismantled, skeletal, dismayedMan’s dried up veinsAre infusedwith life-blood !

O Pen mine ! move -To the asleepHarbinger the rising sun !And to the strandedMake path newly lighted !

To the caravanThat is restless,bent up under sands,To it give ever ascendantNew vigour !

To the scaredGive unshaken faith !Light up face in tearsWith silvery laugh !

O Pen mine ! move —That the atrocious world’sStrong iron-fettersare all shattered,And culture-civilization statues allFrom the tyrants’ deadly cruel clutches

Are freed for good !

On debrisGive new creation clarion call,Give to each person’s throat

A forceful dulcet song of toil!In every heartFill love-ocean,To the bedimmed eyeGive light in every family!

(127) I APPEAL

I appeal todayTo the millions of the exploited world;To the sighs of the starving,

the naked and the oppressed,The helpless and the hapless ones —'Do not gropein the dark any more;Oh, do not cherishin your eyes any dreams,Open your eyes, my friends!Ready to greet you,peeps the morn!'There sings the cuckooIn the groves,Time and again, in her high pitched voice —'A new dawn comes,Comes a new millennium,And the world is completely changed!'

I appeal to those whoClimb up the HimalayasAnd tread the thorny pathThat their goalis almost near handAnd they will certainly attain it soon.Then will end the long prevailing

disease of exploitationAnd the restless faceswill beam in cheers.There will blowa fresh, unpolluted windAnd the mosquitoesthat suck the bloodand spread disease in the world

will then goto the distant, dark corners!

I appealOh, hail the new era,With an irrepressible, sky-tearing voice;Let thousands singThe victory song —For, the iron strength of the massesHas this day got the better of the citadel;Pray,uch moments long prevail!

I appealto those who worship life,Those who are the living angels on earth,Who lend their mightto the common masses —Dig deep the soilThe Mother Earthhas been waiting for yearsTo welcome you,With the gifts of silver and gold.Strike, strike,The turn of the poorhas come at last!

(128) REGISTER — THIS DAY

You just register; this day —That, in a short span of timethousand years,old and decayedmansion of slaveryshall be seen brokenand scattered on the earth!

For thousand years —An orchardsmeared with fresh bloodof the poor, farmers, labourers

and working classshall be foundtotally deserted!

New fire will emergefrom the smoke of suppression,and will be seensurging in the sky!

With thatthe camps of plunderersshall vanishand in the morningsimultaneouslytheir ashes will be seendiffusing in the air!

(129) CHANGE — INEVITABLE

New Windwhich has been blown —Will get momentum, tomorrow,and will turn into

a roaring puffof a ceaseless storm!

And the snowwhich has just meltedby the rage of the age —will tomorrow becomethe strong force of currents,and will certainly changethe face of the earth!

The light jostlethat is just stuck today —The samewill stir and turn

upside down the earth,and will give ita new shape, decidedly!

[130] THE DAWN

In the snowy nightsThose who lieUnder a foggy blanketLike bundlesDrawing their knees unto their chestsAre drowsy and anxious;But they dream of a new dawn(Can ever groans eclipse faith?)As increases the cold,Nearer movesThe ember of a new life;The eyes will behold a little while henceA new dawn, a new millennium,And the passions of a new life!For, never shall extinguish the lampOf hopes and ambitions,Of the toiling millions!

(131) THE MASSES

The reign of terrorHas ever failed to stay;For the massesNever sleep like 'Kumbh Karan'1!And are never smitten by death!If proofs are needed —And beating of their heartsNeed be tested —Turn over thenThe pages of history of any nation!Or else, visit and go round my land — India!Where man has buried deepThe age old dead weight of dark despairInto bowels bottomless of earth,And saplings of conviction and hope bright and newHave been implanted in their place!And myriad lamps of life sublimeHave been lighted!To drive the darkness out,And where rivers over brimmingFlow freely on, gurgling,The new message of the changing age!Where, men to change the WorldUnite together with zeal and vigour!And with their hard workSow the seeds of vibrant life on Earth!

1 A demon, who was the younger brother of the notoriousvillain Ravan of the greatSanskrit epic ‘Ramayan’. According to popular belief‘Kumbh Karan’ used to sleep continuously for six moths.

(132) VISIONS

Some where across the horizonHas thundered the collective voiceAnd sent a thrillOver the free waves of my firmament!Felt I early at dawnThat my heart-beat had changed!That season had changed,As if snow on the Himalayas had meltedThe Ganga-Yamuna their banks have overflowedAnd lashed and broken the rocks,Oh! how much waterHave they stored in their hearts!In the free oceans of the EastAre surging waves of aspirations new,New storms are blowing!Of them we have heard of course,But never before saw the descending on Earth.But today in the morning skyWe have caught a glimpse of them,Stark stood out the truthDispelling and smashing illusions all!Clouds thin had spread outI beheld on their screen a panoramaAs if the demon of capitalism

Was taking its last breathUnder the heels of resurgent man!As if somebody was leading to 'Nandan Garden'1A crowd ofthe hungry, the naked and the down-trodden!Again it appearedAs though a pack of pigeons had arrivedTo deliver a message of joy!And I saw as if

The ears of wheat had strewn all over!

This panorama has given me conviction firm,

And new inspirations for life's struggle,And an impression of the might of the toiling masses!Today those very picturesAre reflected on the firmament!Those very picturesAre inscribed on minds of millions!And the same idealsThe world is keen to uphold!

1 The mythical garden of Indra, the king of gods.

[133] MANY A MAN

The day dawns —Yet, many a man is sleeping,They are harvesting the crop —Yet, many a man is weeping!

The new Ganges flows today —Yet, many a man is thirsty,For, behaving like Chatak1 they holdThe water to be poisonous and dirty!

The new breeze blowsThrough the fields and barns,There are many who breathe in freedom;Still many a man shivers and sighs!

A new world has emerged though,Some take it still to be an evil world;Scared of their own shadows,They are caught in illusions wild!

1 A mythological Indian bird which drinks only the rainwater under the ‘Swati’ constellation. Here it is symbolicof a static and conventional attitude.

(134) DESTRUCTION PLAY(On the blast of Hydrogen bomb)

In the hands of dollar-drunk manThere is the hydrogen bomb,Beware ! O makers of a new order,Beware ! O aspirers for the age of populace,Beware ! equality, peace, justice-loving Man !

This so-called custodian of humanityLately, with hydrogen-bombHas played on Bikini island,Poisonous smoke of whichHas covered the Pacific Ocean

thro’ and thro’!

This is that very supporter of democracyThat on Hiroshima and NagasakiBlasted atom-bombs,That stamping on the Japanese peopleUnbecoming dirges had sung,That on humanity’s fertile fieldsHad raised leprosy,That all aroundFire-fumes had poured !

That very, today againPowers of Hydrogen-bomb measures!For singing unbecoming dirgesMouth opens!With the initial velocity of whichMan’s planet in the ether swings !O life-architects, beware !Dreamers of happiness-dreams, beware !Lovers of smiles, beware !

(135) STOP IT

This is not the voiceOf the down-trodden;the starving and the naked,Nor, is it the voice of the human rights!This is not the voice of amity and accord.This is not the rescue-boat of the struggling manWho is caught in the tempest-torn sea!

When you've in your handThe naked carcass of culture;When your vulture teeth are redWith blood of the teeming millionsAnd your breath smells of a deflowered virginity,How could you talk of human rights,Kicking the oppressed in their chestsWith your iron-boots?

Oh, stop your dirty slogans of peace!The night has now crossed over the exploited worldAnd there comes the light flooding in;Paint not the paper-wallsWith spurious colours to deceive —There they are to speak for the human rights.The mansion of your meaningless 'humanitarianism'Will crumble down!Climbing up the remainsWill each man singFearlessly,The song of equality!

(136) THE TREMOR OF TRAMPLING FEET

When the dormant ocean of humanityWas stirred to life at the beckoning call

Everyone thought —There struck the thunderboltBut lo! that was the thunderous noiseOf the downtrodden!

When the thick walls of the exploiters' citadelsCracked with the reverberating sounds

Everyone thought —There rocked the earthquakeBut lo! that was the tremor of the

trampling feet,Of the down trodden!

(137) NOT ALONE

I am not alone,Not alone am I,The resurgent age is with meAnd I too on my partZealously keep pace with it!Innumerable arms lend me strength,And freely draw uponMy energy untiring!Myriads of men around meAre constantly on the march,Advancing on and on!Along the thorough fare of libertyThere's no despair,There's no despair,Nor helplessness any!No obstacles can standThe upsurge popularAll are being swept away!Has snow melted awayOn some Himalayan peak?Soil new is being created,Fearless, peaceful habitations new are emerging!Green, red, yellow and rosy gardensAre in full bloom to-day!Man is being initiated into humanity,And sunken cheeksAnd the long fallen facesTheir cheerfulness have regained!Keep pace with that lifeAnd cheerfullyAttune yourself to that life!

[138) YOUTH

Time shall pass awayBut youth shall endure!

From time immemorial the current of youthWashing aside obstacles galore,Has constantly flowed on,And shall ever flow on!

From time immemorial the orchestra of youthHas been playing onAnd shall ever playThe new melody of resurgent life!

The vibration shall never die,But shall forcefully resoundIn the sky, in all directions,In every city and in every street,To shake all from slumber deep!

The world of dreamsThe world of darknessIs bound to dwindle!The darkness will stagger,And darkness will die out,But the light of youthShall never grow dim!Time shall pass awayBut youth will endure!

(139) FESTIVAL OF LIGHT

Each house is gleaming with the small lamps of soil!

The earth covered with the waves of darkness,But, floating on it lambent light-boat,Have to burn, whether sky may be devoid of starsand moon!

Overcast ugly smoky vapour on the world,But, flows constant the ocean of love,In the deserted heart of time,you have to remain full with compassion!

Structures of the world are dismantled due to faststorms,But, parallel to it smiles new shape,Will erode the curse of devastation,when the new steps of creation fall forward!

Exploding uproars from each corner,Now the attachment to dreams is breaking,Decayed death will disappearin the stir of new life!

(140) WITH FLAGS OF PEACE

No matterhow vigorousThe drum-beat of warmay beWe shall hold fastThe banner of peacealoft!And the suppression ofthe voice of peaceWe shall not allow!

From the dawn of historyWe have faithin peace and humanity,Gautam and Gandhiare dearest to our hearts!

Molesting anyoneis sin for us,We come not in any body's wayQuarrels we do not pick,

World friendship and mutual loveIs our message eternal,Enough affection have weFor the tormented and destructed world!

Our handswill uplift the down-trodden,And we shall savemillions of down-castmute molestedfear-stricken injuredsisters

from the cruel clutches of the devils!

We lovesmiles of children innocent;Alluring are the folk-songsof the shepherds and farmers!

We shall never let these songs of mirthTurn intopainful sighs and groans!Nor let the smiles be blood-stained!

We pledgewe shall never let the lightning crashon the innocent dreamsof Resurgent Man!

(141) CHALLENGE.Storm has come in the devil's reign,That brought the message of salvation of life!

Change the fate of man,Change the face full of terror,

It's the challenge of our organised power!.Empire built on innocent dead bodies shakes,The sun of people’s might rises through darkness,

Heads like rock rise,Hands like steel rise,

And disarm the enemy of tranquility!.Look, the bloody flood stops,Here end the troubles of man!

Dry creepers wave,Bathe in fresh-lustre ocean,

The clouds of happiness, shower love!

(142) FESTIVAL OF FREEDOM.My hare-like innocent wifehas no clothesto cover modesty!Her wailing is heard everywhereat home, and outwardsleeping-awaking!

Before my eyescome again and againtwo holy tears like Ganga-jal1which on that dayyou wiped with your filthy hem!.My two little feeble childrenlike mute toyshave no flesh,have no blood on faceshave slept, quarrelling,over a piece of bread,If you do not believe —Hear their sobbing, stillincessantly in their sleep!

I take them in armsand stick to chestin the violent stormsand cold rainy nights!.They are the pictures of the dreams

of New age!On the barren landoffshoots germinate slowly-slowly!.I celebrate the festival of freedom

to save them!I lit, in debt,the lamps of freedom

on the broken balcony of falling house!On my dry lipsI sing the song of freedom!Freedom is dear to meas I have nurtured its gardenby my own hands!.But, Hold!O! Tempted vultures!If you cast your sight,On its fruits and flowers —

One more fight for freedomwill begin again!

1 The holy water of the river Ganges [India]

[143] INVINCIBLE.Youth of the age can’t be defeated!.Organized people’s consciousnessand a will to create new,Age old devotionof the proletariat,

A happy dream of man,His hope-mansion for peace,And life’s skyfilled with redness of dawn,

Have you heard the story of their destruction?.Feet — as hard as steel,Fought the storms,Moved not an inchStand firm like the mountain,

Challenge the enemy,fight and kill,Sacrifice life for duty,

The vibrant youth, never goes weary!.Invoking the strength,Inspiring the soul —Hearing that,swells the chest of the weak in pride,

And shows the path in darkness,Echoes in all directions,Tells the starsThe message of revolution,

The voice of mass salvation can’t be stopped!

(144) RESURGENCE

A new flame is blazing in every direction;Life is lit up with red twilight.

The earth resounds with new footsteps,Every ray is scattering a new light.

Age old darkness has been dispelledAnd on the path descends a new dawn!

Revival of the past; this certainly is notAltogether a new look has earth worn.

Simply to destroy class distinctionsAwakening is adoring the common man.

The age and the civilisationhave taken a turnThe creeper of cultureis blooming with flowers new.

The flowers full of sweet scentSend a thrill of joy into the fertile land.

The mansions of selfishness and exploitationare crumblingAnd on ruins of fallen housessurges a current of creation new.

O men, coiled up in the freezing winter;Rise and rejoice over the approaching 'Kuro-Siwo'1.

O 'Hori'2 the sun-burnt peasant beheld!Vital rain-laden breeze is rushing up!

And embrace your old and haggard wife 'Dhania'3(Just control affection brimming over!)

You are now the master of the heavensMan's dream into reality turns!

1 A warm ocean current washing pass the south-easternshores of Japan.2 Hero of ‘Godan’ — famous novel by Premchand, theleading Hindi novelist.3 Wife of Hori.

[145] REAP THE PADDY

Reap the paddy, mow the paddyMow on, reap on!!

All the fields to the vision's endAre full and mature!So ripe and full!!Rustling and surgingWith glee overbrimming!Flow with the airAnd laugh like blooms,

Get upand quit the old hovelsComrade!the open fields are beckoning you!Reap the paddy, mow the paddyMow on, reap on!!

Water trickledthrough the glaciers,And ranin many rapid restless currentsCarrying along the alluvial dust,Down the heights of the Himalayas.The dust drenchedin sweat of labour,Shot up in the bowers and on boughsBlossomswhite, red and yellowThe gracious Mother EarthBlesses you with a life-long and happy!Reap the paddy, mow the paddyMow on, reap on!!

When the monsoon cloudsdark and denseEnveloped the skyand hovered over head,The dry bowers of heartWere drenched with hopes divine,With abandon and delight!

As if,The beautifulwhite - 'Kajal'1-applied eyesOf a pretty, healthy, sweet, delicate mellow maidBedecked with lustre bewitchingOver brimming with live emotions new!

And dreams of simple life,Sing the song of a world reborn!Reap the paddy, mow the paddyMow on, reap on!!

The seeds sownby your labour devoutFor the world's resurgence and remarkingHave come to blossom!

The fond dreamsnurtured in the lap of eye-lidsThose seeds now find fulfilment and fruitionAnd embrace these myriad spikesAnd play with abandon in the cool moon-light!

Be up and doing,Hear O! you master of the vast landFrom Kanya-Kumari to mountain Kailash!Hear and hail the new upsurge!

Behold the families all of the village,Find the fruition of their dreams!Reap the paddy, mow the paddy,Mow on, reap on!!

The teethare fallenHairare dry and dull,Yet in the wrinkles of the faceThere dances a smile —easy and natural!The fragranceembraces the whole universeThe sky drips with odour sweet!

Wake up! the pride of my land!Reap the paddy, mow the paddyMow on reap on!!

1 A preparation made out of the soot of an earthen lampburning mustard oil and applied to the eyes by an over-whelming majority of Indian women.

[146] CAN’T STOP.A new voice heard in the world today,Echoes in the dust of earth!

The exploited-aggrieved got the meaning,The means to mislead people’s strength, are uselessnow!.The mute got the blessings of Saraswati1,Got their lovely song, the labourers!

The neglected, long aged, blocked path opensThe door opened to common man,and masses of the world are out!.The trumpet, sounds the triumph,Trembles the sky today, trembles the earth today!

Divisions of classes, created, are in disorder,This is the occasion of removing barriers oftime and place!.Artificial walls! New wind can’t be stopped,That’s all, give way,this is the only medicine of self-protection!

Away, away the guards of decayed culture!The flames come out from the burning red-hot coals!.Fatal, to stick it to heart ,The attachment, an enemy of your own body!

1 The goddess of speech, learning and art; according toHindu mythology.

[147] REMAIN VIGILANT.The neglected turned fire to burn;The castle of deception falls down!Coal starts blazing,The flame as torchwith a blast of windassaults on darkness!.The night of depressed ages flashed,It’s the festival of Nushoor1 —Cracking the graves,the deadawake from slumber!.Forest trees clatter!These are the stormsnever run over,These are the lightningsthat never fell,The clouds with deep soundnever surrounded!The angry horizon gnashing its teethcrackle with thunder!.With the roaring voice of the united masses,Airy mountains of exploitersturn down into ashes,in the society new!Built in air,all vindictive castlesreduced to dust,and rooted outeasily!.This is fire

that can’t be buried under the layers of snow,never be put outby the fast flowing water of streams!

As long asremains darkness on the earth —the rich like bugscontinue to suck the blood of the poor!And every streetwill echothe dreadful laughter of ghost,till then!.Leaving the sheets of stones,Lofty foreheadAbundant powerWith firm faiththe dormant, motionlessholds the weapon for assault!All false pride is no more now,Worthless, incapable, vigour-lost all sunk!Now the dreadful night,afraid of lightbecame fallow lucent less!.Powerful caravan of new lustre started out,The darkness falls into pieces at each step!We will awake,till — this hindered door is not opened!The blood in veins will simmer,till the class difference and caste malevolenceis rooted out!

1 According to Islamic mythology a festive day when deadbodies will come out alive from the graves.

[148] THE NEW MAN.The new man is untying the chained feet!.Enthusiasm of healthy age’s power is increasingintense,To make the enslaved life free,To inhabit desolate, demolished houses again,To move, piercing the darkness of past ages!.The voice from the walls of shaking castles,Seized by fear as if lightning is just to fall,The time-worn society of exploiters is near

the extinction,Certainly, rich cannibals can’t live anymore !

The world resounds with the steps of mass power,The weak enemy’s heart trembles every time,Look, the blocked path is opening,No sharp edge left, the sword of feudalism isrusted!.Truth came to the fore, victorious is faith ,Desired new age near and past vision disappeared,Don’t preserve any more the missed, unfulfilleddesire,The horizon of world reflects the new picture ofman!

[149] THE GALE.Making great tumult arose a gale today,From horizon to horizon spread a gale today!.The ocean laughed loudly watching that,The whole creation trembled,annihilation-fear filled!.The ancient mansions fell stumbling,Quivering wind blew very fast!.The hidden sun seeking refuge,The trembling, world became dreadful!.Overflown with new zealthe wild-forest river,Swelling with new zealthe wild-forest river!.The storm of youth will not stop,Firm to make a story new!.Impossible that age old obstacles stay,Its flow never becomes slow !.Never intercepted, great potential,Rebellion redness will never become dull!.The kites are down continuously,The dark clouds are gathering!

But, swelling heart on the path aloneAdvances struggling ceaselessly!.The steady youth of the powerful era,

To change the world is his sole desire!.Removing obstacles he moves on,Flowing the river of peace, he is setting out!.The only visionary of revolution,the only creator of world history!.His strong free large arms,Will turn the wind with young blood!

[150] THE HURRICANE.The east has the hurricaneof new awarenesstoday!The eternal faithholds firmlythe human hearttoday!.That’s whyThe compact fort of the foefacesthe rage, roar, and challengeof the strong winds,That crushesthe fort parapets, domes, strongholdsto ruin!.The emerging forcecan’t be suppressed ,The flames of revoltcan’t be extinguished !The hectic struggle of new manwaves a new life all round,that can never be blotted out!.Surrounding the skywhose sparks shine and fly,With its heathard blazing iron chainsturn and twist!.Dark dense cloudsGathering up in the skies!The heavy rock,

On which rises a wallinvincible,buried

the caresses ofwicked wolf, and vagrant robberswill not move.

The proletariat will surviveFor,the intensified hurricanegoverns the awakened heart of the East!

[151] NEW CONSTRUCTION

I am constantly going on constructing a new path,And shall keep on!

Path — on which there is a net of thorns,and layers of darkness,Path — on which there is a heap of stones,And is inaccessible desolate,Path — on which is blowing storm —with destructive typhoonic-sound,Path — on which snow is falling,and is inviting death,Becoming a lamp, I am burning only on that,And shall keep on!

Today, in chain of rigidity, life is tied-up,Wounded age-bird fluttering in illusion,entangled itself in parapet,Like cremation area — silence, stagnancy is prevail-ing,and the voice has choked, now-a-days,In front — terrifying rugged quarters,amassed in fog, are seen,Like a flower, I am blooming in the ruined garden ofthe world,And shall keep on!

(152) CARAVAN OF LIFE

Caravan of life stays not!.The momentary storms come and pass ,The hair only disheveled in the wind,The undaunting steps never staggerThe strength of peoplejoined the moment, with steady steps,The caravan of lifeNever stoops, never stoops to calamities!.Dark night remains not,but bows to the red breast dawn,Every human applaud the bright morn,Will take hideous sick breaths fearing the darkness?The caravan of lifeNever seeks life from the stars of fate!.The fragmented clouds in solitude,Not better than the moving life,Life waterless, shadowless, full of sand,The way desolate, homeless, unlighted,The caravan of lifeEven facing defeat and strife seen never tired!.The heart setting the aim clearly,Moves the stream hopeful ever!Walking unsteadily , is the picture of death,Stopped the midway , is the flow paceless,The caravan of lifeCan’t be drowned in the river of disappointment!

[153] GO ON ADVANCING

Go on advancing on the way!

Far is your destination,But, steps will not be weary,Youthfulness of age has not lost courage till today,O, Fighters against storms!Go ahead fiercely, fearlessly, happily!

Strength of faith is with you,Matchless force of history is with you,Having untired stamina to bring again,new spring in the future world,O, Young man! with your blood,build a new strong mansion in the world!

Darkness is disappearing,New morning is coming,Each particle of the world is singingnew song of creation,So, you too go on fightingfor the dignity of new age!

[154] THE INDIFFERENT FROM NEW MAN.New Man!I have something to talk —The talk ofthat numberlessmen, women, old, youngof my classwant to ask you today!.The talk related to life,better than today —New, happy, lovely life!.The talk, on that day,I remember, stayed on lipsAs the rival assault, in strugglehurt the whole of you!.But, you had faithin the bright future,You hadthe history of human strength,the scene of victorysprung up in your eyes!The love down Atticsspread on the wounded earth..That’s whyPiercing the clouds of suppression,Dispersing the terrific dark of adversities,.You, the New Ray,get honourfrom the worldAnd carry it on the progressive path!

Near the destination,Near the shoreThe heart of Dawn throbs!.Surely, I believeyour intention,Only the matter is :What New Worldwill you make?I, too, havea picture of a New world of colours,I too, have'labour-pains’ for changing the world!.Seeing that,will you keep pace with me?Till nowdetached , uninvolved,moderate,far and indifferent,I kept from you!

[155] NEW DIRECTION.Deadlock everywhere,Obstructed path,Worthless concept losing relevance,Primitive traditionsStandinglike ‘Wall Of China’1!How to climb?How to cross?.Speak—By the mythological morals, beliefs,dead, narrow out-dated thinking,concepts, by gone,foggy imaginationswill ever win?will ever seeyour aim becoming true?.In the changing worldresearches of science increase,New means,new mechanizationpromoting inventions at every moment!Give challengeto elevated Pamir2 — ‘the roof of the world’,Lofty Everest,Deep Pacific Ocean,Many planets and stars,Bright remote moon,with the noble sublime ideas,take in their command every timeand are going ahead nonstop!Oh, fulfilled nowall desired dreams — unbecoming!

Awakeand open the eyes

before the spreading new light!Then use and enjoy each commodity!.You are a humanWith the treasure of power and wisdom,have all human rights,blessings of progress,pride of insuppressible might!.Your target —to break withthe chord of old-fashioned life,which melodious sound produces not!.How much corrections possible?All anger is futile!.Walls shakingfrom the foundation,fall down surely,When stormsstart from the horizonwill certainly be surrounded soon!.You have to leaveyour all cravings.Close the well of deteriorationfull of darkness,Revolt with crashed attachment!.Illusion of false dream stand,Worthless, dim and exhausted shadow of voidHas no attraction at all !

Useless !Oh, even murderous!.Be alertOr ruin certain,Stand like rock,

Or your mission defamed!Goand stop the storm,Or manhood and patience fall today!.Fear not,Before youadvancesthe new age roaring!With the visionof the coming strong and grand world!.Fierce voice of masses echoed today,That doesn’t want the leastthe rule of the crown anywhere!.Overflowing floodof suffered, distressed, exploited proletariats,utter sky-hummingthis forceful slogan :.“We have to build a new world!with no signof dead repulsive capitalism,All dictatorship will be dragged awayfrom the world!.Only,the world will breath

on the path of socialismthe breath of happiness!Filled with the hope of new life!The barren land will be fertile!.Wayfarerwill remove the hurdles of sufferings,Enthusiasm of work,will bridge ditches of inequalities!.

The new awakening will destroyall ancientforts, walls, doors, and clefts !"

1 A historical ancient wall in China.2 The highest plateau in the world, situated in Tibet.

[156] TRADITION.Tradition, Tradition, Tradition!

Held fastdestroyedPulled wool over eyeskept the mark for ages,Enslavedby self made customs,Conventions on orthodoxy!

Not heard new song?Not seen new form?The world changedTruth came upright!Where is :Traditions, Tradition, Tradition!

The hollow,rigid,blind faith,Oh, tellthe call that stirsReligion, Religion, Religion!Bloodshed, chaos everywhereIs the deed of the uncivil!

What useful sermons he chants?

The Kuran?The Vedas? Upnishads? Purans?Bible?All changed!

The age need

a new scripture,One God,with a message new

To bloom the rottenof the great religion of humanity!The age needs reformNew faith,concept powerful!Leave delusionEmpty is your handChange Tradition, Tradition, Tradition!

[157] WHAT HAPPENED?.The same slack, unsound, sick bodyWhat of wearing new clothes?The same tired feet,The restrained eyes,What of the winethat momentary drenched the throat?What of the gardenthat bloomed at a distance?OrThe prime of life,saw a dream?.The same hot windwith fever wearing death,Falling as usualfrom human headunstopped blood-stream!The chords of the heartthrilling all !

[158] FAR ACROSS THE FIELDS

The dark and dreadful night of the winter!

The decayed mud-hut far across the fields,Where life is mute and morose.The mist awful shakes every soul,The people’s mind is oppressed.It’s a tale of repression of the dumb souls!

It’s a final fatal blow to the tender heart.Look, those wounded and tormented,Roll in dust with life despisedAnd stricken with pain and grief,Tied up, exploited and drenched in bloodThe dark and dreadful night of the winter!A most pitiable out-cry of griefArises over the dignity lost.Poison of disparity permeates all around;Polluted stand all cultureEvery breath is a shiver and the body all a shudder!The dark and dreadful night of the winter!

The disastrous lightning is crashingOn the poor humanity,Civilization a synonym of violence and loot —Devoid of affection all;Dawn is lost in desolate darkness!The dark and dreadful night of the winter!

[159] THE POET AND THE AGE.This is the history ofdestruction, lamentation,defeatpovertyfamineobstructed wayswardeviatedfrom brotherhood!.Looks a mockeryof Culture, Art and Civilization!.Satan, in the guise of manexploits violently!Feelings of love and affection vanish!Increase rapidlyon each breathage long hungry persons’scorch life’s criesfatal like poisonous gas!.T'is a picture of cruel death !Full of destructioncruel mortality,of deep darktorments!Devastated like ‘Andman’1!Sharp shivering song of death!All ideals stumblePutting out the knowledge-lamp.Man wantsto see the worldin darkness dense!

Because his uncountable sinshow and who will be able to see ?In the name of peace, pleasure,

and orderHe will usurpthe world!The greedy! fights,and destroys the flourishing fields!Sweet life!Humanity is putting an end to itself,As ifGod does ‘harakiri’1!Dim is the golden splendour of life,The world became cursed blemished!But you need not worry a bit,Have patience, feet static!.Get up you poet!and make a worldwhere happiness shares sorrow,Unbounded life’s raptures go flowing,Carefree days and nights be passed with love,Of all — labourers, poorwithout hindrance!.Give the message of new age!Give guise of Man to man!

1 Suicide — in Japanese language.

[160] FAITH

Proceed with faith, the obstructions of the waywill remove!

The fire of your life will shine like embers,All dark quarters will glitter in flooded light,Vanity of your foes will smash into pieces!

Sing constantly that song which is full of hope,Language of your eyes, should tell the constancy

of your aim,Then, being defeated, rival will show humblenesstowards you!

All rocks of adversity will crack and break,Roaring storms, inflicting sufferings,will bent and submit to dust,The man will sow and water the seeds of comfortmotivated by you!

[161] ASSURED

One, who put outlamps of lifeAnd from the womb of earthUprooted the growing plants,Harvested landHe made barren,Attacked the heart of new agewith a sharp burning dagger —My pen revoltsagainst him!

Can’t stop the pen,till the vanity-mad, arrogant oppressor!fall down on the earth

Can not stop the voicethat flew from the throat,Can not stop the stormthat flapped its wings in sky,Can not stop the water-flowthat knew wellthe course of flux!That will swelland climb on the tops of mountains,will jump!Will break all walls on the pathwith a thunder voice freely!.I believe comrade —your arms so powerfulthat the rivalwill lie on the earth defeated!Deep bright rednessalights at your eyes,

By which today I assure —SurelyThe dark age will vanishAll the lights, extinguishedwill lit againwith the affectionate awareness!

The earth with new budswill flourish happily!.That world’s populacelike peacock,will sing the songs in new tunes,And will dancetinkling the payal1in the fields,fearlessly!

1 An ornament for the ankles.

[162] KINDLE THE LAMP.Kindle the lamp with my love, today!.The misty world , misty directions,Roaring rival winds blow,Shelter, come in my lap!.Come youth, bursting anew today,Echo, the blocked voice full throated,Sing, poet, the new message of era!.Decayed walls fall easily,Withered towers break easily,New creation, remove the outworn!.Strength of my arms, yours today,My head, resolute promise yours today,Wake the wounded, distressed world!

[163] INKLING.It seems —Chains of ageswill unbound surely, today!The flames of smoke cloudsOscillating, will girdle the blue in arms!The arrogantPoisonous-riverbed will burn,Each neglected will roar horriblyon the tumultuous combat land!.Castles of suppressionLike spread flour-powder on pathwill destroy and disappearamidst oscillating storms of struggles!.It is believed —That the unbound era-bird is flying fast,breaking the old tattered trap!Now, ember of truth will burn,for whichthe conscious worldof the suffering and neglectedis wistful still!.Put off mourning,Pain lacks sharpness,The new ray gleamspiercing the illusion!

[164] SEEN TODAY.Seen today —Man fighting and struggling with life!The roar of cracking rocks of deception is heard!The feet realize,The earth is shaking!.The heart witnesses suretyThe lamenting dark nightfall on the horizon now!.The Mother Earth, too, realizeThe world of her hopegerminatesin the heap of offshoots!.Coming to dry treesHalts the blowing windGives a messageNewAbsolutely New!.Hearing it,the bird in the treelooks impatientto open its beak,Happily flapping its tired feathers!.Wide-spread, this dark smokeappears light,Is not so dense as before!

[165] I HAVE TRUST

I am imprisonedin dark cells at present,Cells — it is said —Where wind remains in bondage,light remains in bondage,Where spreads only the regime of stillness!.But, I feel —Wind — unobstructed,Seen through my eyesThousands lustrous celestial bodies,I hear well,My companions’ stepswalking, advancing, fighting,I hear the sound of songs welland bands of expeditionof my companions!.Sure it is —My companions will comeand unlock the cells,Will thrashhigh heads of vanityof rebellious power!No more the manbe crushed,No more the man be ridiculed,of one’s desires again!

(166) COVERED THE FACE.The smoke bathes the entire city !The furnaces and the hearths burn,To see the child, the birds visit!

The woman, hidden,coughs nearby,A face beautiful and gentle oncewas close to the heart of one beloved!

The face of hersdrenched in smoke,The rosy facelost in eyes deep!.No complaint from life now,No sweet dreams of world she has,Stoops with shyness!.Dipping in smokeFor years numberless —Sheds the ocean of tearsof the Gangaa and Yamunaa !She covers the face underthe tattered hem!

But now from eastpeeps the shining lamp,and the cheerful ray singsthe end of the painful moment!

[167] NEW SOCIETY.Society takes turn,As democracy arrives!The tattered framework ruins,Monarchy kisses dust!

Humanity in new robes appears,Wicked tendencies disappear!Darkness dispersesAnnihilating, exhausted!.Life filled with rays of lightLife smells future bright!The full spirited caravan movesPowerful, united, great!.The sand like hostilities, diffuseThe path of life easy and smooth!The steady expansion of progressgrows and shines like the lightening boundless!

Down went the death tremendous,The red flames flitter,The roaring mountain risesThose in the middle got defeated!.Down fell the decayed and rotten,The lively new emerges!The new morning song resoundswith the free and pauseless tunes!

[168] TRANSITION.The gale rise from the ocean shore,Unstopped marches ahead dauntless,Waves overflow with full vigour,

This is the pace of the time!.Men are coming out,Singing the songs in excitement, newColourful clouds spread shadow,

This is the clink of the time!.Decaying building fell staggering,The venom-tree fell on earth,Old stone flows melting utterly,

This is the stroke of the time!.Obstacles numberless laid on the path,The boat never rambled in whirl,and moved on through the strife of gale and man,

This is the helm of the time!.The Man adopts a new course, todayNew screen is seen before the eyes,The whisper of revolution resounds in the world,

This is the challenge of the time!

[169] BETRAYAL

No moredo I indulge in dreams nowNor do I sigh, off and on, in separation,Believing youas fascinating as the Moon.

No longer remainsthe lunacy of loveThe sign of the diseased mind.Reflected notin my eyes any moreYour lustrous beautyas before!

For I have witnessedThe picture of living truth,A pictureof the world and of lifeFull of pain and agony restless!Deep sorrowof some innocent soul,In torrents of tears,Pours down on earth!Darkness prevailsso dense all around,That Aurorain displeasure tarries.

To win overthe damsel of the dawnThe myriad songsI would sing forth,And to dispel the darkness,

I would bedeck lifewith light!

Until the blooming love pervadesthe entire universe,Until a new kingdom of joy and smileDescendsand sheds its lustre on the earth,

Let notyour memory creep into my life,It weans awaythe mankindfrom the path of dutyAnd breaksmillions of simple and sincere hearts!

[170] DON’T SAY.Don’t talk of fear to me,Don’t talk incoherently today!.The heart is full of ambitious storms,The throat sings of new salvation!.Tide of healthy youth flew in body,Break the restrictions, said the strong heart!.What obstructions, it’s youth endeavour?What hindrances, it’s youth awakening?.Dreaded conflict lies ahead,The seeds are sown of revolution expected!.Society is bounded at step each,All have to endure fire today!.All have to leave lethargy,Not to turn from duty today!.Burnt and decayed with fire of devotion,Taking oath of each blood drop!.Sacrifice your life,And fill the whole world with your love!.Spread the duty of humanity,And you have to show the object of life!.Tell meaning of real life,Remove the dark with the self burnt light!.The world, moves to progress of new culture,

Banishing with time the degraded life!.Put an end to deadly time, the philosophy of fate,Each voice travels with new phase!

The youth laughs at infirmity,Blooming buds indicate nectar to black-bee!.The deserted path of ruin is breathing last ,It’s the awakening moments of creation!.The world awakes, you, too, keep so,Lost in slumber do not be!

Don’t talk of fear to me,Don’t talk incoherently today!

[171] THE NEW AGE.O! the dyingpassionate light of humanitybe more lightenedwith my love!All deep dark cornersbe lostin universal awakening!.Arms filled withHimalayan strength,The masses stopping the stormswill throw the advancing tide!The newly blooming splendorof age long devotion,New thrill of awakened hopeof age long consciousness!.The strong inspiration risesfrom the broken mound of the down-trodden!Fancy, the firm truthwill turn to reality!With a new paceeach particle of the worldwill get current ofstrong powerof new life, new youth, new blood!.The New Erais not merely a burning sun,Its access goes beyond —The large dense fearful ever-greenfrenzied forests ,Beneath the earth,Bottomless water,

Sun has no control,up to thereNew Era’s thoughts have their influenceof unceasing conflict!.How will you escapeThe worshipper of flight!Open todaythe knots of your mind,Come forward,and assess the valueof a new awakened age!

[172] FOOTSTEPS.New steps fall down —strong as steel!The shadow becomes shorterof the new man!Earth hears the footstepsof life new!The humming sound echoes,The world resonateswith full strength!.Change!One after another, each minutethe picture of the worldmore beautiful!The aching trouble receds,Awaken, man’s dormant fate now!.Stopped —the pain of my heart,dripping tearsbursting out for years!The watered eyeslook towards youwith belief and hope —When the old curtain liftsthen new picture will surely appear,Will show the worldhappier than before!

[173] MORNING CALL.The eyes openat the dawn of this new life!Awaking collectivelypeople with the confluence of the sun,With feelings of goodwill!.Coming from the heartfor the welfare of the worldlike stars in the deep dark nightone after the other innumerable,like golden brilliance of new lifehappy divine blessings!.The eyes see todayburning fire of a new era,Sparks of whose spread in the skyof every village-forest-ocean-city!.Like a pile of grassunder flamesburning with booming soundvanquishesdeceit, illusion, hypocrisy!.On whose bosomoccurs like illuminated lightgalloping like rays newturn of the age!.That speed of electric force, tooshakes behind!Hurricane winds, numberlessstand paused amazing,The simmering volcanoes of the earth

frozen,lava moved not a single step !The clouds burstthundering all destroyed!The dreaded future of the world, too,ran away with fear!.Sure —It will never return,Such an eclipse again,will never tormentthe sun, of the awakened men!.O! the voice blocked for agessuddenly opens todaymidst the din of the world,The eyes openwith the dawn of the new life!

[174] SECURED.New light suffuses,New light spreads!Life becomes safe,Old frustration disperses!.The aching nights, too, from the skyrun away with darknessdue to this brilliancy!.Raising arms, the great forceChallengesall opponent powers,Roaring with hot temper and anger!.The mountains of crimemelt and sink,(Flowers in dry gardenkeep on blooming!).In the changing universeold worn ethicsno more to imposeat any cost!Everywhere spreads the light, new!

[175] BEHOLD FLASHES

Adopt new thoughts!Improve the fallen state of the society,

Improve it!

Ceased flow may flow again,Spirited song may echo,Let there be limitless love-treasure in the heart,Filling that, numberless people may get up,Awake the earth and call out the morn,

Call out!

The country may remain organized,No man may be suppressed,No one bear hunger and thirst,May be seen altogether a new guise,Time restored, behold the flashes,

Behold!

In the overwhelming stream of joyLove — white and red,Flow, flow, flow, flow!Acclaim victory of humanity,A new hut is built, reside in it,

Reside!

[176] CHANGE OF ERA.The sky smilesat the dawn of the first ray!Flowers of new life bloom,Thrilling and swayingto and fro, everywhere,Met together with the kiss!.Mountain of darkness turned to dust,The fresh wind flows pauseless on earth!Steps rise together!Steps fall together!The sky shinesamidst the beauty of the new morn!The sky glimmers bright!.Fertile land gets life blessed,Body shines with green glow,Look — exciting beauty —Covering thesilky thin curtain of light sun-shine!.Lightnings got extinct,Terrified storms took refuge,New mighty caravan of progressforms a strong mansion!The shameless halts on the path,From a contemptible person’s throatmoaning comes out,Eyes are closed of all spiritless personsand their feet got sprain!

[177] NEW CULTURE.Night of the past agecertainly passedfrom all corners of the world!New culture glimmerswith the coming golden ray!.The rival forces of darkdisperse before it —the rival forcesthat are not tired and torn!

Now is the time to face them!It is the timewhen new power gets victory!

Attack is must,That the distance betweencountries, castes, classesmust be eliminated now!For itvoice is raisedfor the conflict between old and new..Old :that on the verge of death,has establishments in disorder today,All its light stolen by the new,And the societygone from his control!.Moments of dim past left only,Whose palpitated frenzy is this —"We were happy in past,But the chariot of civilization

moves fast on the path of decay,and is perplexed to ruin the world!”.We have to know,the destructive factor is fatalThat creates the fictitious darkand try to show them well-wisherunder the unsuccessful disguiseof a jackal!They fill their belly by cheating!Are such menuseful for the world?They turn face from the new discourse!And forget to fly with time!.The ruins of Crete1 and Babylon2pass before our eyes!.Neither shed tears to see themnor sing in their praise thousand songs,nor recall the days of passed ages!.The new era arrives,On its path onlywe have to spread the soft flowers,Only its path we have to make easy!So that in the arbour of new culture-vineall of us may sing new melody song!Forgetting sufferings and painof passed life!

1 An island in Mediterranean Sea, near Greece; famousfor its ancient culture.2 Ancient town in Mesopotamia; famous for its culture.

[178] FLOW THE GANGA

Let the Ganga flow on barren land today!

Lofty rigid stones fall cracking,Particles of sand shine on naked earth,Fire flames uplift in air,Show the world the calm of the cloud!.Frightened men fall like quivering leaves,All stooped at the feet of oppressor,On spit, kick, crash, grief, cruel deathArouse the flame of self-asset sacrifice!.The rivers of blood flown, strange,became the earth, untrue denied virtue,The frightened bloody morning bursts,Remove the shadow of clouds from the sun!

[179] NEW CANVAS.

Don’t draw the picture againon the faded lines!

The world has already changed,Splendour has spread new,This is not old look !

The flow of old culturevanished from the eyes,The prosperous past remainsa broken tale!

Do not fuse into itthe false, fanciful thoughts!

.Early clouds have rained,Tired and still are all empty,Will this thunder rain?

New sprouts shoot in dustfull of life green,Surely, burst out from the skyRedness of the people’s epoch,

Worthless, destroyed, decayed, lostDon’t recall the past again!

[180] BUILDERS OF FUTURE.The dreams — you will fulfilI believe !I seethe man at every step —to welcome you!.His iron handshold a garland of blooming flowers !Who has eradicatedthe idle and morose life!The garland,will honour your neck.As your heart is heavywith the sufferings of the people!Because —As the velvet spirit of yourstrong body,becomes restlessseeing the chaotic world!

You understand the value of the flowers!The whole world will flourishwith blooming garden, under the sky!Man will love flowers,his ‘Shraddha’1 will get ornaments,He will kiss children,And will play 'horse' on green lawn!.Tears of eyeswill be sweet, but not salt.The pyre flame will burn,but nobody’s desiresremain unfulfilled!It’s hard

to see God todayHe will remain still,but,

(consider it true!)then not much worry to us and you!His difference with usSurely abridge,The dayMan fulfils his dream !

1 According to Indian mythology the wife of the first manof the universe Manu, as described in an epic‘Kaamaayanee’ written in Hindi by a modern Hindi poetLate Jaishankar Prasad.

[181] THE POET

Time will change with the voice of poet’s life,Echo of that voice will come from home to home!Poet’s voice is the voice of the masses,His voice is attractive and fearless!

Mighty kingdoms turned by it,Unjust exploiters frighten!On his invocation, stoop, exploited-aggrievedGather with new strength!

They stir the sky by roaring,Shatter the painful forts by sharp assaults!History follows the poet always,The poet burns more than the sun!

Poet lives in cruel struggles of ages,Tastes the poison more than Lord Shiva1,Feelings that throb every heart,Helpless mute beloved wanders in forests in wait

Guileless love in mother’s eyes,Flows in poet’s heart always!Birhaa2, who sings in fields,Or cites a song of union,

Poet’s heart is hidden in him,It is he who fills life in stones!

1 A Hindu god.2 A ballad; song of separation from one’s beloved.

[182] AFTER CENTURIES

The iron palaces of the feudal-agehave shaken after centuries,Shooting is the new seed of masses' strength;strong wrathful seismic jostles!

The dawn flashes in new world,Blue of darkness erased after centuriesThe dead night of ages, is passed,The sweet fragrant breeze blows!

The storm rising after centurieshas made the regions dusky to dayThe dust all the time spreads on horizonAnti-power, lonely crippled!

The masses smile after centuriesto hail the new age;To recognize the zest of life,To bury the tale of tears!

Man awakes after centuriesThere is a call for rights,Hearing, the masses awake nowSufferings, poverty, dejection run away!

[183] FREEDOM-STORM

The freedom storm moves with force,Today the calls of the masses — the rain of fire,The roars of public force — assault of death!

The chains of slavery will be broken today,The violent opponent winds will be turned today,Self dejection, split and dullness will be left today!

The bloody red eyes seek vengeance,The man power asks with rage, the revenge ofblood,When devastation inclined, what trivial hurdlestoday?

An arrow like stream that moves making the wayfrom the mountain,Like the naked sword that is restless out of sheath,Seeing it, the atrocities and exploiters areterrified!

The thousands heads of people cannot bow,The thousands heads of women cannot bow,The thousands heads of children cannot bow!

The feet of firm rebels cannot stop today,The storms of oppression cannot destroy themtoday,Could the revolutionary voices of comrades besuppressed today!

[184] THE STREAM OF NECTAR

The world has become crematory,O poet! Flow the stream of nectar today!

The all sky-high mansionstumbled and demolished on the earth,There lie the dreadful dead bodiesof the tyrant, cruel and barbarian demons,

Arouse the firm inspirationof new creation in every heart today!

Too much, silent oblations, sowing the new seedsof the future world, now do not exist,Man struggled with devilish minds and their actions,are no more, the world is anew,

Watering every moment with sweat, blood andaffection make this earth fertile!

The sick life-branch, twigless, weakpith of breath has dried,The sight seems lost, the darkness doom,has swallowed the awareness of man,

The drum of wakefulness buzz,the kindled world like Sun, Oh, glimmer!

The feet of time should not stop,Let the storm move, echoing the voice of hope andpower,With the numerous hands the new nation may belifted,The masses may speak victory freely and with pride,

With a new tune and the ray of dawn,remove, now the shadow of death!

[185] BIRD OF THE AGE

In void sky, you, the bird of the agewill fly with a constant pace,

You will fly!

You can never stop,Wings will keep on rising and falling,You can never get tired,On the way, clouds will come and gather,Giving the new message of liberty,to the world, you'll go forward,

You'll go forward!

On the fiery path, with healthy heart,Feeling support of inner-self, and dauntless,Torch-bearer, lamp of knowledge,With new creation, hail to the proletariat class,Giving challengeto the hostile powers of the age, you will ascend,

You will ascend!

[186] SEA OF MASSES

Path covered with fire, flames in the sky,Selfishness, violence, greed, oppression, devastationare opponents in war,But the feet with the times are marchingincessantly,Shoutings of encounter are humming in breath,Challenging hostile forces of times,

Every step, at every step,Steady sea of masses advances!

These feet, are the feet of time, how they willbend?These are the feet of martyrs, how they will stop?What hurdle will offend them?The storm on the path, will heave a tired sigh,Advancing ahead, they will create a new world

The prime age defies devastation,The voice invokes for revolution to dayThere is enthusiasm, new freshness in breathThe flame of utmost devotion arouses,It is impossible to stay before it!

[187] THE INVINCIBLE

I am never defeated!

Why do you prevent me?Why do you intervene me?The fire of desperation flaresWhy do you throw me in?

Immortal is my breathEternal is my every roar!

I do not like to pause,I do not feel fatigued,Bearing thousands of attacksI do not know to bend!

The life moves every momentwith the world full of power!

I advance amidst storm,Having flame of revolution in breath,I am getting boonat every step in courageous sacrifice!

The boat may be caught in the whirlthe rudder in order is my courage!

[188] HARD - HEARTED

Man became hard-hearted to day!The soul does not move at all by bloodshed!

The sweet affection is burnt in fireand exhausted to the last drop, the body tattered,The rain is falling from the clouds of distress,The safe house damaged and collapsed!The life is caught in trouble-thorns and calamity!

The world-devouring thirst increases,Drunk too much that the breath got stuck,The soft lips lack smile,Have cruelty, violence, no faith!Deafening voice sings snobbish song of hatred!

There rises the desert like dust,The fallen dried flowers blow with it,All the trees of hope are uprooted,All the banks have drowned in the water,The volcano of ruin has erupted,where is creation?

[189] ANCHOR

Progress, the sole object of life,became an anchor!

In the deep sea of life,the waves, with force, rise and fall every time,The life with the banks of joy and sorrow,flows hard and easy without pause,The breath of man did not shiver at allbefore the flood of tide,Could the obscure pathmake him weak?

When did the human head bend the leastsuffering with the strokes of stones?When did the patience of the strong soulbecame even a little slacken in life?With the assaults the face became splendid ,the splendour of body increased more lightened,The incessant vow devotion of ageis going constantly!

The strong big hurdleslike the Himalaya stand blocking the path,The red blazing flames fall from the sky,every house burning with glow,The winds blowing fiercely with creeping sound,want to overthrow on the difficult path,But the steps are making paceburning in the flame!

This, my immortal youthful challengehas become the companion of voice of storm,This, my free life sensibilitymoves as sword in the air,This, my roar will stirthe strong mountain rocks of injustice,There is fire in the heart,commotion for a new age!

[190] I REMEMBER

I remember your cruel, mad and murderous guise!When you shed the stream of blood mercilesslyon the earth,burnt the villages completely and ruined thenumerous townships,I have in memory all the history of suppression andoppression!

The eyes that have seen your devilish picture,The heart that has seen the unbearable suffocatingpain,Can the sad sighs of the poor forget,that have seen the fate to die ever silently?

The flags of rebellion are raised in sky freely,Those, who have sacrificed their heads fearlessly,

with the glory of martyrdom,Whose impregnable feet always moved forward,Those who have lost homes every time in the

incessant struggle!

The fire of envy that blazed, burns the heart whenand then,The cruel tale full of tears and sobs, torments,My this powerful valour challenges today,That the breath, every moment, calls the strokes ofstorm!

We have destroyed the youth during your reign,We have made to sleep the shivering, naked children hungry,You have perished our aspirationto make the world of golden grand life's dream!

The flame springing from eyes' tears will burnall the bonds of oddities, the passion of revenge isunquenchable,In our arteries new blood-waves are flowiwill destroy, by assaults, the cruel lustful class ofexploiters!

[191] ART

That enjoys in the distant dream-land,Remained spectator of the country — beyond thesky,Away from workmanship, trying to attain the goldenworld,Indifferent from conflict, always hindrance for thenew,Worthless, futile, neglecting age, immortal art!

The thought— devoid of ground, is not real,False , word-net, is only a picture — lifeless,Which is not attached with feelings and sentimentsof the man,Not inherent woven with the threads of pain andlaughter,Could survive in society?O! Whither prevalent?

Only the problems of today need expression,Reddish dawn is needed, not the darkness,Compassionate groans of man are to be described,The buried fire is to be uncovered again,All bad customs should end, assault like anearthquake!

No feeling of dejection like the dead,No tears and lament, nor be the song ofattachment,Today the labourer works with his broken body,But, the time of equality is not far,O poet, speak, after all, what for is this art?

[192] WHERE IS DESTINATION?

Where is the destination, so far?

I move on the path with faith anew,The target is not at all seen anywhere,The path extended like the sari of Draupadi1

Where is the end? The inaccessible beginning hasnot passed yet,What of the end? There is the hem still?

The trees shake in the dense dark of night,In solitariness, the clay boundary seems as theghost ,The owl has brought dreadful curse to the world,The moment of wrath of the night-queen has come,Where are the clouds of affection?

It's to struggle with the rocks standing ahead,And have to create a powerful new age,It's to go far, with the help of untiring courageousfeet,Awakening the inner light, incessant with force,Where is the support of the Moon?

1 Wife of 'Pandav' ; daughter of Drupad — king ofPanchal country. [See history volume 'Mahabharat',written by Vyas.]

[193] THE EVE OF LIFE

Filled with dejectionthis helpless, burdensomeEve of Life!With an insulted,sad, uneasy heart,Tormented Eve of Life!

Dusky, filled with darkness, dustyOn the blue horizon,Wounded, pathetic, injured, slackbroken wings of some birdsfluttering every moment,measuring the distant limits of the skywhose bodies became exhausted!

The dim moon, lacking spleadourpeeps, hesitatingly a bit,Seeing the earththe face became palemore whitish than whiteness itself,void of lustre!Wailing in the waythe wind stopped for a moment!In front, on the earthseeing the tattered thatch hutslying, as if, expiring,In which is blocked the dense darkness of ages!And where lies an associateof a person panted and out of breaththe man, like a heap of bones,as a corpse!Whose silence unbroken,throbbing weak heart,suppressed by the countless attacks

of injustice and atrocity!Burnt with the flame of cursewho crushed with harsh painwho always got the identity of dead ruin!Who, the object of plight,partner bitter, poisonous draught of life,facingdeaththe traveller of barren, dreadful pathtiered, thirsty, hungry!

Every particle of creation says —'Downfall of humanity!'Helpless, resourceless humanity fell!In black clouds of wearinessinviting the deathManu1-mankind is surrounded!Man bent upon to become,without hesitation, like leeches,to suck the humane bloodIt is the most cruel scenewhose laughter is equally crueldipped in poison!

But could the liberated humanity be suppressed —vigilant, with life-power?This devilish paw, will bend in momentsand will twist and break !When the angry humanity rise upit will press down the throat,even if made of sharp knives!The cautious earth will movewith his strong roars,On which is madethe grand, glorious prejudicial mansion(But weak, tattered, and dying)will just look roll down,

and every stone, cracking,will narrate the taleof ruin, barbarity and oddity to the age

Again the honour of the dead soulslike Jalianwala Bagh2, lie on earth,for the feet,

upright foreheads,strong self-respecting headsare torn with dreadful bullets!On them over spreadsthe wonderful martyr's fire of sacrifice,In it your reign will reduce to ashes and devastate—that is synonym of oppression and injustice!

But this Eve of Lifefilled with the countless pearls of tears,as if the dew drops spreadon the face of the world!The Sun is neededthat may dry and wipe up with loveall the tears of the earth!Thus the suffered earth may bloomwith the life's radiance,The radiance be such :it may glitter all the directions,Let there be wakefulnessThe thrilling sea of masses with the joyful wavessing the new song of dawnLike the hymns of the Vedas3!the sweet lyre may be played,hearing that, the slept souls be woke up!And, the song of the poetmay give resolute inspiration for life's performances,

new power and new awareness to the soul!

1 According to Hindu mythology, the father of man. Oneof the resolved born fifteen sons of Brahma (the Creatorof the Universe)2 A historical place in Punjab (India); a symbol of Britishbrute suppression of Indian freedom-fighters.3 The sacred scripture of the Hindus revealed by Brahma(the Creator of the Universe)

[194] THE LIFE

The life —of unchanged mode,having no sensations,serves what purpose?is a curse every moment,may be long as centuries!

Every house echoeswith monotonous and repeated obstructed voice!

Life became burdensome due to heavy load,Is this a provision well equipped?That the stream stopped in the way,encircling like ghost from this end to thatbarren, rugged,deep melancholy of death!

That the foul smell,like that of a rotten caressspreads in the heart,It's so dirty thatthe life has become totally arduous,stopped — tired and static!

This life of to dayis not befitting to man!Fie, this life!

[195] FOR THE FIRST TIME

The common folk have gathered strengthAnd shaken the slumber,For the first time in World's History,And they have risen in revoltAs never before!

Breaking away from the age-old beaten trackFighting against the huge rocky barrierAnd the most powerful current,Side tracking thusThe desolate thorny hilly tractAnd many such hurdlesDid the people's current crossThen it flowed downTo the plain of human lifeSeasoned with experience and courage of conviction!For the first time creepers colourfulHave sprung up all aroundAnd the parochial boundaries of all landsAre rendered dim and all dimIn the colourful glare of these boughs!

It's becauseBurns in every bosom the spark,The live, red-hot spark of restive agonyThe cataclysmic force thatWill bring about a World newUnity of action for the first time is there,And therefore has survived every adverse blow!Gone never to return areMany angry, roaring storms of fireNo inkling we had.The new age is busy strugglingFor the rights of all,

The coming years will follow suit,The world will stand guardOn rights of all people!From California's Death-valleyFrom Kalahari, SaharaAbyssinia and TundraHas disappeared the dark night of ignoranceAll quarters are illumined with lights newPeoples of all countries are up,To construct the world anewIn a variety of ways

A variety of countries thusAre no longer idle and helplessDiscovered they haveThe new device of buildingA happy paradise unfettered and free!The World entire belongs to all nations,None is alienated, nor any longerIs it a far-fetched dream.

Gone for ever isThe worn-out life before RevolutionIn the face of firm faithNations all nurtured by injusticeHave banished been forth with.

The fading lamps are kindled againAffection of the age the lamps receive,And joyously flicker freely.Life's cloudy night is armed with lightingWhenever his feet falterThe torch lights up the wayAnd into focus is broughtThe road of common man's life.

Destroyed is the darknessBanished from the path.

The reign of terror is overNo king is there,Nor is there a beggar,Those neglected so far for generationsAre harking to the call of revolt,

For the first time the World is so wide!For the first time the sacrifice is so vast!

[196] IT WON'T COLLAPSE

The wall of concrete convictionCan never collapse!It has been builtBy the boiling blood of the toiling massesAnd by their bones as hard as granite and steel,Many a restive, yet mute martyrHad fallen to fill the foundations!This conviction of a new future of lifeA mere haze it is notaAnd is not without purpose,Even the numberless blowsCan never destroy the wall of a new conviction!Thanks to the years' struggleAnd the power of mass awakeningThat the tunnel of dark days is overThe World is lit upThe truth is aglow!The iron-wall of people's powerStands as sentinelIn order to protectThe oppressed and the have-notsThat wall is raising its headChallenging the classSteeped in blood pool of lust imperial,That wall can never collapse and crumbleFor it's a fresh and organised force of the masses,Opposite current any would dash against itBut only to reel and retreat in utter defeat!

[197] NAVY REVOLT

Waves of strong revolt rose in the Indian OceanComing to touch the Indian coast without halt!

When the Bay of Bengal, The Arabian Sea trembledand movedThe oppressed hearts from ages spoke with strongzeal!

We will snatch the freedom, we have so muchpower,Take revenge of ages, too much is the story ofoppression !

Naval soldiers marched to blow the ships,Terrible bullets were fired to eradicate slavery!

The 'White' tyrants all hid and ran away,No enemy dared to come forward !

The freedom movement of people, numerous torchesablazed,Brute force hid like owl with fear!

All regions ablazed by new brightness!All the walls trembled by new consciousness!

Strong blow struck with the slogan of democracy,The throne of the 'Empire' shook across the sea!

Numerous steel like steps fell down on the road,The people of awakened country kept fighting everytime!

You made sacrifices and raised terrible stormsWhich untied the tight bonds of slavery!

Blazes lit twice as much, as the water of oppressionwas thrown,And the resistance also increased more and more,whilethey did unrestrained tyranny to their own way!

The imperial centre became furious and restless,Which used every particle of strength in crushing!

But the fire blazed by the country could not beextinguished,The age old long ditch amongst different sectscemented!

[198] THE COUNTRY IS RESTLESS

The country is restless due to slavery and lookinglifeless,Dejection and failure, the slogan of 'escape' isrampant!

Sorrowful, cold lifeless breathes, dirty life, severalbonds,feeble naked body, on the verge of death,frustrated mind, desperate moments!

Progress blocked, thousands of calamities,exploitation, man is captivated,extinguished deteriorated social body, the wave ofdegradation is dirty!

The condition of the era is pitiful; it cannot beexpressed in language,Can not be controlled, accomplishment is difficult, itcan not be projected into voice!

The sharp split is in mutual relationship, there is nounity at all,New groups are rising continuously, divisions are stillnew!

Where is public? That is almost lifeless, enclosed indarkness,People, blind in their selfishness, pray only for theirego!Sepoy, give up laziness, lest the enemy shoulddestroy,Now, no more naps of sleep, lest the worsecondition should come,

When the lamps of your country are beingextinguished,When they are being eradicated before your eyes!

Standing on the last edge of annihilation,where it is easy to fallOr else, the enemy will destroy you merely by onepush!

[199] COMMUNAL RIOTS

This fire is blazing from city to city and village tovillage,This fire is flaring from path to path, at every step!

Piercing the sky the wind of destruction flew,The world became red and impatient, the allcreation scorched!

Blood mingled streets are screaming and crying,Man turned hard, barbaric, murderous and unwise!

Blood in the eyes, every scimitar is replying theother,Here only unrestricted fanatic rustic is the Nawab1!

There doesn't look even a bit of shame in man,looks in the primeval terrifying beastly body eventoday!

The groups of illiterate, intoxicated violent persons,roam,There blaze pyres of countless guiltless persons!

The earth is moaning and trembling with pain ofburning sensations,Once again is active the regime of Changez2!

Once again numerous houses are being rooted up,Once again fear overshadows the hearts ofunconcerned persons!

Lacs of children's heads are being slaughtered,Robbed mother earth is shivering and fallingsenseless!

How fierce is the hardened picture of man!Riots are spreading the venom of religion and castebased effect!

Leaving their country, the caravan starts with tears,Many are deceased, wound-stricken and half-burnt!

Protect the sanctity of women by becoming martyr,O, Mahatma3, Patel4, Shekh5, Nation-saviour Nehru6!

Stop! O, the enemies of progress, development andnationality,No more slavery now, stop! O, enemies of freedom!

You swear of moon, you swear of the sacred Quran,You swear of the earth, you swear of the sky!

Rise up and help the weaker, arise as you are abrave hero of Karbala7,

Arise the brave people of a great country of Arab8

as you are Amir9!

Your, the sons of the traditions of Shiva10 andPratap11, have changed,Following the dream of greatness, where did youslip?

You are diminishing and destroying the dignity andglory of the country,You yourself are lowering the magnanimous feelingsof Hind12!

Live in unity, this is the call of Karim13 and Shyam14,There should be one Hind, is the call of Rahim15 andRam16!

1 Governor2 A brute Mangolian chief who invaded India3 Mahatma Gandhi4 Sardar Vallabh Bhai Patel5 Shekh Abdulla (Jammu & Kashmir)6 Jawahar Lal7 A holy place in Arabia8 A country in south-west Asia9 Noble Men10 Shivaji11 Maharana Pratap12 India13 Represents a Muslim14 Represents a Hindu15 Muslim God16 Hindu God.

[200] PUBLIC VOICE

That, which bears the feelings and ideas of people,Is public voice,Is the voice of the era!

There is shadowy dance of darkness,Governance of full terror,Lustre-ray of mass awarenessdoes expel them,That, which suppresses every resistant social forceIs the public voice,Is the voice of the era!

Arms of exploiters,Destructive vigorous winds,With cloud-weaponsAttack intense with young strength,That which bows with respect and devotion beforepublic force.Is the public voice,Is the voice of the era!

Rising falling every timeThe hard work of the naked and hungry,Becoming wounded for a moment,Yet, get the price,That which bears the sufferings, tears and cries ofcollective masses,Is the public voice,Is the voice of the era!

Hearing turmoils rise,Carcasses spread on the land,Rises the terrible blaze,echoing the crying voice,

That which creates new universe on fallen wallsIs the public voice,

Is the voice of the era!

The halted speed of people's force,Becomes the voice of commotion,Overspreads in the sky,On earth in every house.That which unites all the exploited of the world,Is the public voiceIs the voice of the era!

[201] CHANGING ERA

Look, the time is changing!

A new flame is enflamed in the world,Fire of life is anew,Burning all that is tattered and worn out,All that is old — is demolished and destroyed!

The flames of devastation are terribleOvercasting the whole sky,Momentum is reckless; impossible to suppress!

Each one is coming forward,Before eyesight each particle is feeling free,Reality has come in front,There is no fabrication any more!

Don't show resentment to this,Don't inhale breaths of spite,It will continue moving;Useless to pave the way with thorns!

[202] IN MY COUNTRY

The sky of my countryis surrounded by black clouds of agony today!The cracking thunderboltIs falling on thousands of thatchesbroken and made of straw and clay!The scattered darknessof the evening of life is deepening!Encamp todaythe bats, owls, merchants of death,blood thirsty demons in thousands,the enemies of life.like the shadow of a ghost!

Numerous flourishing fields of lifehave been desolated.The voiceof grief, dearth and moaning is heard.

Crores of mute people are hungry todayThey breath hardin the smoke of helplessness.They left their skeletons of weak boneson the doors of unknown!

[203] HOW LIFE CHANGES

This is a thatch of straw,Whose broken old walls,And half opened roof,In this night,which is very coldStanding silent, engulfed in darkness!

Some three living beings, breath here,who have not accepted defeat till now,

lying on the earth,They wear rags and become a bundle,get momentum from self inflamed lifeIn the clouds of smoketake warm breaths.And pierce by pressingits strong heart,

Though the wall is weak,but the hope is not weak,Faith is not dimand strong voice has not been arrested,Tomorrow you seehow the life changes!

[204] WOMAN REBORN

You aren't a purse-purchased commodity of man,Nor are you the soulless slave girl,The brainless hand-maid and the lifeless doll.

No longer are you the age-oldDown-trodden footwear of man,Not a source of pleasure and pastime any more

Frailty is not thy name,A bed of roses you desire not.Nor are you caught in the whirl-pool any moreBut banks distant you adorn now,

No longer shall injustice crush you,New power and zeal of the time is with you;Your hands are now free from chains;Prison social or personal confines you not,Nor does man dominate your mind and bodyThat you submit to his whimsAnd utter not a complaint even by chance

On behalf of the youths millions of the worldI speak, not as your lord, but as a friend;I simply wish to bind youWith bonds silken of eternal love!

[205] GALA OF NATIONAL LIBERATION

Today is the eventful day,That had witnessed the break-up and the fallOf the chains of bondage tied to our feet!The clang of the fall had resounded the world over,And disconsolate tired people all,Were aroused from slumber deepAnd the ground had slippedFrom under the feet of tyrants all!

History of the hungry and the exploitedTurned a new leaf of hope,And heaved a long sigh of relief!The powerful empires shrank with fearAnd crumbled to the abyss of declineThe powerful current of time washed away theempires!

Indeed difficult it is to dominate anyImpossible it is to suppress anyFired with a burning zeal new,The youth is determined to fight the forces adverse!

Today is the eventful dayWhen darkness was dispelledOur firmament lit up with a new Moon!That pierced the heart of darknessAnd shed the radiance of self-reliance on us!Sure, the darkness will surround us never again

Nor shall utter doom blind us any moreNo more shall we spend nights in writhing gloomNo more shall the rivers of sorrows swell!

Novel is the rising youth!

Novel is the saga of the nation!Impediments have turned friendly,Magnificent is the current of history!That is the landmark of Victory!This is he eventful dayWhen life smiled anewAnd bestowed a thrilling kiss on our lips!Myriads of roaring voices resounded in welcomeWith great eclat did we celebrateThe gracious dawn of knowledge,Destiny itself condescended to danceAnd so mad with music we ranAnd the world witnessed usRushing on with winged feetNew blood speeded in our veins,Un-aided and undauntedWe inspired other nations to fight,And healed up all wounds old;And on a new ground we built upA colony fresh and peaceful;With tears of joy!

Millions of women looked forwardMillions of strong men waited readyTo change the face of the nationAll had earlier foughtAgainst social evils and impediments hard!

Remember! this is the eventful dayOn which on our soil burst forthIn blooms and blossoms new,When age old prison doors were flung openAnd people separated longRushed into each others embrace!When singing victory songsOut of the prison came

The soldiers of freedom universal!

This is the dayTo usher in whichGladly embraced widowhoodMany a woman blooming and young!This is the same day

The very same day is this!Of attack successful, utter sacrificeComplete renunciations and campaigns,This is the day Universal resurgenceThis glorious dayOf the famished, the naked and the suppressed!

[206] TORCH (Mashaal)

Strings of life have scattered,Doors closed, feet blocked,eyes can't be opened,as the sky is mocking,facing again and again!

Melody-rhythm all broken,The fire of life extinguishes, too,intense darkness rushes dashing!Smoke and smokespreads today over the world!× × × × ×Having the strength of ironwho can endure assaults,he can live!The society — that is united in linked chains,verdant with the feelings of affection and love,can struggle and fight with storms!× × × × ×The torch of fresh flameburning in street to street today,darkness is dispersed,to liberate the impatient and distressed world.infallible steady voice echoes!

The strong head of Manwith rage,is arising like image!

[207] THE SUMMER

Heated sky, heated earth, heated every particle ofthe earth!

Intense blaze spreads over the afflicted drieddistant fields,Every fenced field is charred, by the whirl-windsand simoomsThe space from sky to earth is shining with diffus-ing light of the sun!

Men and women with dry grass, far from theirdecaying hutsGo with heated body, never disheartened,Who reared this world, is drenched with sweat,having weary feet and wet eyes!

Under the electric fans with the doors of the man-sion shut,Lying with sleepy eyes in the watered room withkhas1 -curtains,These exploiters know not how to feel burning sen-sations,having all kinds of resources at their service?

Disease-strikein, hungry, half naked, down trodden,disregarded, weak children,Ill, sad house-wife, whose youth decays continu-ously,During hot mid-day carry baskets of clay, withcracked heels!

1 Scented root of the grass — Andrepogon muricatus.

[208] THE POET

A rebel poet, I am the maker of a new era !

Like Shiv, I have come to reduce to ashes all thedecayed world,Dear to me, only to walk with ardent passion on thepath full of thorns,Flames of fire blazed, only at my direction,It would be extinction of fraud illusion of exploitingclass now,Brought blaze of new life by destroying all bonds !A rebel poet, I am the maker of a new era !

Aspirant of change, I can churn the sea,That terrible storm I am, which makes tremble thechest of sky,I am forerunner of new era, maker of new system,I am the singer of a new life, devotee of a newanimating voice,With conscious mind, I am the painter of new soci-ety !A rebel poet, I am the maker of a new era !

I start movement with invincible impregnable firmcouraEvery particle of resistant earth tremblesferociously,My life remains entangled in numerous struggles ofthis era,Men cry, perturbed, from such struggles,I am a dauntless bearer of thunderbolts from thesestruggles !A rebel poet, I am the maker of a new era !

[209] WOMAN

O, Long deprived, pitiable, sad, prisoner! you jumpedup in the battle field,Taking the oath of youth, you are co-operating withthe world-wide lament,Your sharp sight is flared as burning embers in thedarkness of the age,The world trembled, the new age awoke in the livesof wounded suffering persons!

Till now only with scattered hair remained companionof mud and smoke,Spent the days of utter distress with tears in eyes,Always ignored, the world booted out you like ananimal,Now you arose like blazing sun and came out ascurse-hitter!

You will create horrible turmoil by offering of sac-rifices,Your struggle will not stop, you will shake the uni-verse,Have to pay price to you, as heavy debt of previouslife is due,Otherwise, you will reduce to dust this palace ofnew age today!

You have come to create new history of equality,and independence,You have come to set out fire the pyre of exploita-tion,The youth of the world is with you , change all theancient legislation,You have come to eradicate all the barriers of classdifferences today!

[210] THE STORM

The storm, approaches,just like a boon for victory,Surely, it's a song of strength,

For the pride of the countrysacrificing the life!The storm, approaches!

It is a fight for proprietary right,It is not recess to daywhen every moment the battle is on?

False vanity destroyed,Has selfishness any concern?It is a fight for proprietary right!

Hypocrisy that is rampant in the world,Quarrel — which is violent,Earth that is trembling,

Everything burns in the fire,and becoming segmented!Hypocrisy that is rampant in the world!

It is a gift of salvation,The world is full of love,Peace is buzzing,

Have control on the aimsof plunder, exploitation, destruction!It is a gift of salvation!

It's a history of revolthaving faith within,

There is spring in the universe,Increasing thirst of the worldis now being quenched!It's a history of revolt!

Sharp thorns are suppressed,Sweet flowers are blooming,Who is now adverse?

Seeing the life of todayis saying — 'a slip'!Sharp thorns are suppressed!

[211] THE NEW DAWN

The New dawn is approaching!

By clearing the darkness of ages,and removing big iron veil,The New dawn is approaching!

Bathing in the new light,Flowing all the old waste,The New dawn is approaching!

Filling invincible New strength,Attacking on the mighty foe,The New dawn is approaching!

Providing to man new songs,and simple affectionate smile,The New dawn is approaching!

[212] ERA POET

Who, the poet, sings of beyond the universe?

No more is heard the voice of a poetics-basedtraditional poet,The imagined story of God of past no more existsnow,The world has created life with new feelings,The poet would not uphold the splendour of pastages!

My songs are new, today the songs of the world arenew,New age is dynamic, we are slaves of the past nomore,Agony disappears and flowers blossom,No one leaves the world with unfulfilled desires!

Lies and false fancies exist no more,There roots eradicated, now no excuse for them,Could the notions stay, hollow from all sides?Each particle has collapsedthere is none to preserve it!

[213] VICTORY-TIME

The night of annihilation is not gloomy,Don’t fear the oscillations of all directions,The sea boils with anger,Every person be enlightened,Conflagration, keep along with you fresh waterWretched is the traditional old force!

[214] A FEMALE BEGGAR

Clouds of saawan1 gathered thick in the sky,In a street of Kashi2 I was sitting in my home,

That was a calm upper storey room , but the doorswere opened,Some washed dhoti and clothes were drying in bal-cony shade.

The sheet of intense darkness had covered theearth,But, a bit of light was there in the portico, due tokindling earthen lamp.

Suddenly the wavering sound of dhoti caught thesight,Seeing the strange condition of that moment, theeyes remained fixed, voice became mute,

Like an idol of pity, with unfolded face, a lady stoodquiet,Fear-marked, thinking what to speak.

The woman worn an old shabby sari — in style ofputting hem on left head-side,Seeing her dishevelled dry hair, even the 'beauty'itself felt ashamed!

Her colour was black, and voice-tune sweeter thancuckoo,With deep sadness in her heart, she started speak-ing in faint voice —''Few months back, Baabu! I came from Bengal,There was famine, and difficult to live without food!

The whole family merged in the fire of hunger,What of money or home, even the children weresold, heart became affectionless!

On life's sad inaccessible path, having passion formortal body,Don't know why could I, accursed, remained alive.

I wander city to city and home to home to beg somepaise,Fed up with this life, it is really difficult to live inthis world,

O Baabu, give something, you too thrive in thisworld,This is the blessings of a hungry and sad sprit,enjoypleasures!''

The tired distressed woman, with tears in her eyes,sat on the ground,I was thinking, what is this world, full of nakedoddities!

The utmost desire of life, rose in my heartI wanted her full introduction, she will tell, I hadsome hope,

So, I will get true plot to write the story of thisage,I will get a chance, to portray the pitiable conditionof the age,

How long she remained hungry, thinking a bit,I thought I should avoid these things till next morn-ing.

Providing her food and shelter, immediately I wentto sleep,One prahar3 passed in this turmoil — when will comethe new dawn!

Waking in the morning I saw only the dead body ofthat helpless woman!Not known,how many die in this world in such amanner!

None could ever know, her such a pitiful solitarylife!How touching that moment was, is really difficult tosay!

1 A rainy month according to Bhaarteeya calendar.

2 A holy town in Uttar-Pradesh, India.3 Measure of time. One prahar is equal to

three hours.

[215] TO STARS

Why do the stars shiver in the sky?

Are their feet chained?Restrained breaths are suffocated,Do they also face oppression by weapons?Are they too scorched by the fire of exploitation,every moment?They look tortured, perturbed, weak.Some, simply shiver,Some are shooting, measuring the limit of the sky!

Are the worldly people at guilty?In life’s dreams — of happiness and sadness,while the world is sleeping, unconscious,And is encircled from head to feetin the cover of night,Feeling bored in loneliness,When every particle is sad and heavy-hearted,Whom they are cursing then?

Is shivering their only life?Appearing happy down the ages,Is their youth perpetual?Falling, hiding continuouslyAre they playing hide and seek?Sowing vine of nectar like affection, andlaughing, stirring together instinctivelyin their own world!

DR. MAHENDRA BHATNAGAR

Dr. Mahendra Bhatnagar’s is one of the significantpost-independence voices in Hindi and Indian EnglishPoetry, expressing the lyricism and pathos, aspirationsand yearnings of the modern Indian intellect. Rooteddeep into the Indian soil, his poems reflect not onlythe moods of a poet but of a complex age.

Born in Jhansi (Uttar Pradesh) at maternal grandfather’sresidence on 26 June 1926; 6 a.m.

Primary education in Jhansi, Morar (Gwalior) andSabalgarh (Morena); Matric (1941) from High School,Morar (Gwalior); Inter (1943) from Madhav College,Ujjain; B.A. (1945) from Victoria College, - at present,Maharani Laxmi Bai College - Gwalior; M. A. (1948)and Ph.D. (1957) in Hindi from Nagpur University;L.T. (1950 ; Madhya Bharat Govt.)

Places of work — Bundelkhand, Chambal region andMalwa.

High School Teacher from July 1945. Retired asProfessor on 1 July 1984 (M.P. Govt. Educationalservice).

Selected once for the post of Professor of HindiLanguage & Literature, in Tashkent University, U.S.S.R.(1978) by UGC & ICCR (NEW DELHI)Principal Investigator (U.G.C. / Jiwaji University,Gwalior) from 1984 to 1987.Professor in the IGNOU Teaching Centre of JiwajiUniversity, Gwalior in 1992.

Worked as Chairman \ Member of various committeesin Indore University, Vikram University, Ujjain & Dr.Bhimrao Ambedkar University, Agra.

Worked as a member in the managing committees of‘Gwalior Shodh Sansthan’, ‘Madhya Pradesh Hindi GranthAcademy’ & ‘Rashtra-Bhasha Prachar Samiti, Bhopal’.

From time to time, poems included in various Text-Books of curricula of Educational Boards & Universitiesof India.

Worked as one of the members in the AuditionCommittees of Drama / Light Music of All India Radio(Akashvani) - Stations Indore and Gwalior. ContractedSong-Writer of All India Radio \ For all Radio Stations(Light Music Section). Broadcast many poems, talksand other programmes from Indore, Bhopal, Gwaliorand New Delhi (National Channels) Radio Stations.

Conducted and directed many literary societies in Ujjain,Dewas, Dhar, Mandsaur and Gwalior.

Appointed as one of the Award-Judges by ‘BiharRashtra-Bhasha Parishad, Patna’ (1981 & 1983), ‘UttarPradesh Hindi Sansthan, Lucknow’ (1983), ‘RajasthanSahitya Akademi, Udaipur’ (1991,1993,1994) & ‘HindiSahitya Parishad, Ahmedabad, Gujrat (2001).

Poems translated, published and broadcast in manyforeign and Indian languages.

Eleven volumes of poems in English :

[1] ‘Forty Poems of Mahendra Bhatnagar’ [SelectedPoems — 1]

[2] ‘After The Forty Poems’ [Selected Poems — 2][3] ‘Dr. Mahendra Bhatnagar’s Poetry.’ [Selected

Poems — 3][4] ‘Exuberance and other poems.[5] ‘Death Perception : Life Perception’[6] ‘Passion and Compassion’[7] ‘Poems : For A Better World’[8] ‘Lyric-Lute’[9] ‘A Handful Of Light’[10] ‘New Enlightened World’[11] ‘Dawn to Dusk’

Distinguished Anthologies : Bilingual : Eng.-Hindi

[1] POEMS : FOR HUMAN DIGNITY[Poems of social harmony & humanism : realistic& visionary aspects.]

[2] LIFE : AS IT IS[Poems of faith & optimism : delight & pain.Philosophy of life.]

[3] O, MOON, MY SWEET-HEARET![Love poems]

[4] SPARROW and other poems[Nature Poems]

[5] DEATH AND LIFE

[Poems on Death-perception : Life-perception &Critical Study]

IN ENGLISH

[1] ENGRAVED ON THE CANVAS OF TIME(Vol. - 1 & 2)[Poems of social harmony & humanism : realistic& visionary aspects.]

[2] STRUGGLING FOR LIFE[Poems of faith & optimism : delight & pain.Philosophy of life.]

[3] LOVE POEMS

[4] NATURE POEMS

[5] DEATH AND LIFE*

One volume of translated poems in French (‘A ModernIndian Poet : Dr. Mahendra Bhatnagar : Un Poèt IndienEt Moderne’.*

Works published in seven volumes in Hindi - three ofPoems (comprising sixteen earlier collections), two ofCritical articles, one on Premchand ( Research work)and one of Miscellaneous writings.

Only poetry works published in three volumes in Hindi— ‘Dr. Mahendra Bhatnagar Ki Kavitaa-Gangaa’. (18Collections)*

Published research & critical studies :

(1)Living Through Challenges : A Study ofDr. Mahendra Bhatnagar’s Poetry.[by Dr. B.C. Dwivedy]

(2)Poet Dr. Mahendra Bhatnagar : His MindAnd Art.[Edited]

(3)Concerns and Creation.[Edited]

(4)E-Book : Dr. Mahendra Bhatnagar’sPoetry in the eyes of critics.[KedarNath Sharma]

(5)The Poetry of Mahendra Bhatnagar :Realistic & Visionary Aspects.[Edited / forthcoming]

Received awards, four times ( 1952, 1958, 1960,1985. ) from Madhya Bharat & Madhya Pradesh Govts.

Edited Hindi literary magazines ‘Sandhya’ (Monthly)and Pratikalpa’ (Quarterly) from Ujjain.

Member Advisory Board : Indian Journal ofPOSTCOLONIAL LITERATURES [Half-yearly /Thodupuzha-Kerala]

Adviser : ‘POETCRIT’ (Half-Yearly / Maranda, H.P.),

Patron : www. creativesaplings.com

Contact :

110 BalwantNagar, Gandhi Road, Gwalior — 474 002(M.P.) INDIA

Phone : 0751-4092908 / M-81 097 300 48

E-Mail : drmahendra02@gmail.com

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