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Harivansh Rai Bachchan Poems: Read these poems including Madhukalash written by Harivansh Rai Bachchan on his birthday, call me

Harivansh Rai Bachchan Poems: Today (27 November) is the birthday of late Harivansh Rai Bachchan, the most popular poet of Hindi language. On this day i.e. 27 November 1907, Harivansh Rai Bachchan was born in Allahabad, Uttar Pradesh. Allahabad is now known as Prayagraj. He has written many such wonderful and beautiful poems in his lifetime, which still touches the heart of the readers. He was the shadowist creator of Hindi literature. Everyone likes to read his poems.

One of his most prominent and famous poems is Madhushala. Apart from this, he has written many poems, including Tera Haar, Madhukalash, Madhubala, Halahal, Ekank-Sangeet, Soot Ki Mala, Pranay Patrika, Nisha Invitation, Do Chattan, Milan Yamini, Bahud Din Beete etc. He was also awarded the Sahitya Akademi Award in the year 1968 for Do Chattan. Today, on the special birthday of Harivansh Rai Bachchan, read some of his wonderful and selected poems.

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Poems of Harivansh Rai Bachchan

honeycomb

I have a full life today,
My throat is full today!

There is life in the head, because of this
He kept on waving every moment,
Life in Sarita, only because
she goes on singing tomorrow
Life in a waterfall, because of this it keeps on gushing,
life keeps on giving
The speed of the river, the movement of the river,
Waves rising, waves falling
Waves rising, waves receding;
The waves are fickle with life,
The ocean is restless with life.
I have a full life today,
My throat is full today!

life of nabh in per rajni
wakes up sparkling,
By burning in the stars-group-lamps;
Well decorated sapphire palace,
In the day the walls are colorful and
Covers the body like a rainbow,
tweets morning and evening
Be playful but party by party,
Electricity laughs in the beginning,
crying in the drops of the cloud,
Earth expresses life,
Fertile by being grassy.
my life is full today
My throat is full today!

Marut’s life flows
Giri-Kanan does Har-Har,
Life of Taruvar Latika
The tax rises marble-marble,
Pallava’s but became in Amber
longing to fly
swaying on the branches
right-left down-up,
straw baby
Till now there is no articulate voice,
show your life
Fluttering unknown lips.
my life is full today
My throat is full today!

in water, on land, in the sky
Is the land of life flowing,
to the cool edges of culture
irrigated every moment,
right on the banks of this stream
this beautiful place of mine
beautiful city which has
The whole world calls it a bar,
i am the queen of this city
its goddess, its idol,
My relation with this is eternal,
My relation with this is immortal.
my life is full today
My throat is full today!

the path of fire

Even if the trees are standing,
Be it thick or big,
even a letter,
Don’t ask, don’t ask, don’t ask,
Agneepath Agneepath Agneepath.

you will never get tired
you will never stop
You will never turn
Tax oath, tax oath, tax oath,
Agneepath Agneepath Agneepath.

This is a great view
man walking,
tears from sweat blood,
soaked soaked soaked
Agneepath Agneepath Agneepath.

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Flooding

The flood has come, the flood!
The flood has come, the flood!
he’s all sat down
The one who was proud,
bulky,
iron-solid
ton-mind
Heavy!

and going up and down
Khalid tin of kerosene,
dalda cans,
Polwale Dhol,
pour-pour-soup,
Wood-junk-cutter!
The flood has come, the flood!
The flood has come, the flood!

call me

that’s why stood
that you call me

The land doesn’t speak
Neither the sky speaks
Jahan seeing me
does not open his tongue,
no place where
Neither stranger was counted,
have been everywhere
heart-wrenching,
where is the man who
live without hope
that’s why stuck
that you call me
that’s why stood
that you call me

could black sea
Do not cross the eyes,
laden with a ruined dream,
full of nostalgia,
Neither cool land found,
No core of fear was found,
could not cut, could not decrease
bereaved Vibhavari,
where is the man who
Did not miss love,
that’s why stood
that you caress me
that’s why stood
that you call me

desolated
I hope out
I expected from Nidagh,
From spring to bayar,
desert mirage
I thought Sudhamayi
charred
I expect frost
where is the man who
Don’t forget colic cart,
that’s why stood
Correct that mistake!
That’s why I kept standing so that you call me!
Caress by calling, improve by caressing! (All poems courtesy- Kavita Kosh)

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