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Thakur Ramakrishna’s Tapestry of Disciples
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In a garden of souls, diverse and true,
Thakur Ramakrishna’s wisdom grew.
A tapestry woven with threads of grace,
Disciples gathered in his sacred embrace.
M’s devotion, like a silent stream,
Reflecting Thakur’s radiance, a luminous dream.
Gospel of Ramakrishna, his pen set free,
Sharing the saint’s words for all to see.
Sarada Devi, Holy Mother so kind,
Thakur’s spiritual consort, heart and mind.
Silent strength, her presence pure,
Guiding disciples to endure.
Vivid is the memory of Rakhal’s devotion,
Swami Brahmananda, in tranquil motion.
First among equals, a spiritual guide,
Thakur’s love forever by his side.
Virtuous Premananda, his heart a shrine,
Singing Thakur’s glories, the Divine.
Rishi-like, he taught in silent verse,
Ramakrishna’s essence, a universal curse.
Reminiscent of Thakur’s ecstasies rare,
Swami Vivekananda, his soul laid bare.
Igniting minds at the Parliament’s stage,
A new era dawning, wisdom’s age.
Yogin Ma, in solitude’s retreat,
Her meditation pure, her devotion complete.
Thakur’s teachings, her guiding light,
A beacon through day and night.
Abhedananda, explorer of the mind,
Seeking truths beyond confines.
Thakur’s conversations, a treasure trove,
In Vedanta’s ocean, he dove.
Niranjanananda, humility’s grace,
A life of service, a steady pace.
Thakur’s compassion, a flame inside,
In every action, he’d confide.
Sister Nivedita, a devotee so ardent,
Thakur’s ideals in her heart were sent.
Education, service, her life’s creed,
Following his call with fiery speed.
From East to West, disciples dispersed,
Thakur’s wisdom shared, revered, and nursed.
A lineage formed, a spiritual stream,
Whispering truths like a timeless dream.
In the realm of spirit, their souls entwined,
Guided by Thakur’s love, refined.
Interactions profound, a tapestry’s art,
A symphony played in each disciple’s heart.
A title bestowed, a legacy told,
“Whispers of Wisdom,” stories unfold.
Thakur Ramakrishna’s disciples’ grace,
In every moment, their spirits embrace.
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মা দূর্গার এবারের আগমন ও গমন
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By Which Vehicle Ma Durga is Coming & Going
মা দূর্গার এবারে আগমন
সবাই মিলে নৌকা চড়ে।
তাই বৃষ্টি হবে ভালই এবার
চাষও হবে বেড়ে।
সবার মজা এই পুজোতে
সবাই আনন্দে মাতে।
মায়ের প্রসাদ আর নানান খাবার
তাদের পাতে জোটে।
চারদিনের এই পুজোর মজা
বৃষ্টি হলেই মাটি।
পুজোয় আছে নানান কাজ
সঙ্গে খাটাখাটি।
পুজোর কʼদিন বৃষ্টি দিও না মা গো
একটু আধটু চলতে পারে।
এক বছরের অনেক প্ল্যনিং
মাঠে মারা যেতে পারে।
যদিও জানি এই বৃষ্টিতে
জমীর ফসল ভাল হবে।
তাতে মানুষেরই শান্তি হবে
চাষির মুখে হাসি ফুটবে।
তাই পুজোর চারদিন বৃষ্টি ছাড়া
অন্যদিনে বৃষ্টি হতেই পারে।
ভক্তদের এমনই ইচ্ছা
এতে তাদের আশা পূর্ণ করে।
ঘোটকে তোমার গমন আছে
তাই অনেক কিছু ছিন্ন ভিন্ন করে দেবে।
পৃথিবীতে অনেক পাপ বেড়েছে
কিছু পাপ এর ফলে বিনষ্ট হবে।
এক বছর পরে এলে
পৃথিবীর মানুষদের শান্তি দিও।
তোমার কল্যানময় আশীর্বাদে
মানুষের দুঃখ ঘুচিয়ে দিও।
একটি বছর পরে আবার
আসবে তুমি ছেলেমেয়েদের নিয়ে।
অনেক আনন্দ করবো আমরা
তোমাদের আবার পেয়ে।
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Nobel Prize on Covid Vaccine
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In labs where intellects dare to dream,
A tale unfolds, a noble scheme.
A quest for hope, a beacon bright,
To vanquish darkness, bring forth light.
Invisible foe, the corvid’s might,
A world in fear, a ceaseless fight.
But minds aflame with fervent zeal,
Conspire to forge a potent shield.
In chambers hushed, with steady hand,
Scientists, they take their stand.
Their brilliance shines, a guiding star,
To heal the world, from near to far.
Through trials long, and tests severe,
They strive to quell the rising fear.
Each day, each night, relentless quest,
To grant mankind a peaceful rest.
And lo, a breakthrough, like a spark,
A beacon in the daunting dark.
A vaccine born from tireless toil,
A gift to mend, a balm to foil.
The Nobel’s call, it rings aloud,
To honor those in science proud.
For in their hearts, a mission clear,
To banish doubt, to draw us near.
So let us cheer, let accolades flow,
To those who fought both high and low.
For in their deeds, we find our trust,
A testament to human thrust.
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Amitabh Bachchan – The Star of the Millennium
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In the world of Hindi cinema’s grand domain,
A legend rose, forever to reign.
Amitabh Bachchan, a name that gleams,
A star that’s brighter than the wildest dreams.
Born in Allahabad, a city so divine,
To Harivansh Rai Bachchan, a poetic line,
With Teji Bachchan, his mother’s grace,
A journey began, a star’s embrace.
Sherwood College, Nainital’s embrace,
Kirori Mal College, where dreams take place.
In ’69, a voice in Bhuvan Shome’s rhyme,
A whisper of stardom, a sign of the time.
The seventies arrived, and with a mighty roar,
Amitabh’s presence, the audience adored.
Anand, Zanjeer, Deewaar, and more,
He became the “angry young man,” that’s for sure.
From Amar Akbar Anthony to Don’s mystique,
He ruled the box office, week after week.
With Trishul, Muqaddar, and Suhaag’s song,
His stardom only grew strong.
But his activities wasn’t just about fame,
It was his acting, his art, his name.
Namak Haraam, Majboor, and more to see,
Amitabh Bachchan, a true industry.
The ’90s brought a temporary pause,
Yet, his return was the audience’s applause.
Mohabbatein marked his grand return,
Amitabh Bachchan, the hearts did churn.
Kabhi Khushi Kabhie Gham, Piku, and Pink,
In every role, his talent did blink.
Awards and honors, too many to count,
In the world of cinema, he’s paramount.
Padma Shri, Padma Bhushan, and Padma Vibhushan’s grace,
Dadasaheb Phalke, a prestigious embrace.
He achieved many honours, so bright,
For his cinematic brilliance, a beacon of light.
Not just an actor, but a singer and host,
In every endeavor, he excels the most.
A brief stint in politics, a foray bold,
In every role, his story’s told.
Humanitarian works, his heart’s pure gold,
A brand endorser, a story untold.
From the Indian subcontinent to lands a far,
His stardom shines like the brightest Star.
A global following, in every nation,
A timeless icon, a true sensation.
In the cinematic stars, he stands tall,
Amitabh Bachchan, the greatest of all.
In the annals of time, his name will shine,
Amitabh Bachchan, a star so divine.
The Star of the Millennium, all aptly say,
In our hearts, he’ll forever stay.
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Dumbledore’s Secret Power
Audio File In Hogwarts’ hallowed halls he dwells,
A wizard of wisdom, the story tells,
With twinkling eyes and a beard so white,
Dumbledore’s power shines so bright.
Beneath that calm and gentle guise,
A secret power, a brilliant prize,
He wields not spells or wands ablaze,
But love and wisdom in myriad ways.
He knows the strength of a kindly heart,
Can heal the wounds that tear apart,
The bonds of friendship, love, and trust,
In him, they find a wizard just.
His mind’s a labyrinth, a maze untold,
With secrets, he carries, stories unfold,
He sees the threads of fate entwine,
And weaves them into a grand design.
In the mirror of Erised’s dream,
He seeks not wealth or endless esteem,
But harmony, a world set free,
From darkened forces and misery.
In battles fierce, he takes a stand,
With courage blazing, he leads the band,
Defending Hogwarts, his sacred space,
With strength derived from love’s embrace.
His phoenix Fawkes, a loyal friend,
Will rise from ashes, never to end,
A symbol of his reborn might,
Dumbledore’s secret, a beacon of light.
Though gone from this world, his legacy lives,
The lessons taught and the love he gives,
In Dumbledore’s secret power, we find,
The magic of a noble and selfless mind.
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Mahatma Gandhi
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In the land of India, a soul did rise,
With wisdom and courage, he reached the skies.
Born in Gujarat, a humble birth,
But destined to change the face of the earth.
Gandhi, the name that echoed loud,
A beacon of hope in a thunderous cloud.
Lawyer by trade, he set sail for a quest,
In South Africa, he put justice to the test.
Nonviolent resistance, his weapon of choice,
He spoke for the voiceless, gave them a voice.
In the struggle for rights, he took a lead,
For civil rights and freedom, he planted the seed.
Back in India, he returned with a dream,
To end discrimination, a powerful theme.
He led the Congress, a force so grand,
Working for swaraj, across the land.
Simple in attire, a dhoti and shawl,
With truth and love, he broke every wall.
Salt March and Quit India, his rallying cry,
He stood up to the British, never shy.
Imprisoned and fasting, he bore the pain,
For justice and freedom, he’d always reign.
In the darkest hour, when violence did mar,
He preached peace and love, near and far.
Partition’s pain, he tried to mend,
Hindu, Muslim, Sikh, he’d defend.
With unity and love, he’d strive,
To keep the dream of India alive.
But darkness fell on a fateful day,
A bullet took his life away.
Yet his legacy lives on, forever bright,
A symbol of peace, a guiding light.
Gandhi Jayanti, we remember the date,
To honor the man, so great.
The Father of the Nation, Bapu so dear,
His message of nonviolence, we hold near.
