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Rani Rashmoni, the heart of Kolkata’s Grace
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In the heart of Kolkata’s grace, a tale we must relate,
Of a woman’s boundless love, her legacy so great,
She funded ghats by Ganges’ side, where pilgrims found their way,
She sculpted history’s noble page, in every act and sway.
Babughat, the first in line, in memory of her love,
Her husband’s name forever attached, like stars that gleam above,
Ahiritola Ghat and Nimtala’s shore, where daily bathers trod,
Rashmoni’s devotion pure, a testament to her god.
A widow with a steadfast will, she defied norms,
Dakshineswer Temple, she constructed, as her devotion performed,
Yet, her benevolence didn’t end, by the river’s tranquil grace,
She shared her wealth with knowledge, in a scholarly embrace,
To the Imperial Library, she gave, its treasury to expand,
Presidency University too, she blessed with helping hand.
Not only these, but gift Eden Garden & many more to British Empires,
A philanthropic heart she had, like mother & sisters,
In times of need, her open hand, to those who sought her aid,
She gave without reservation, a legacy that won’t fade.
Oh, Rashmoni, noble soul, your deeds will long endure,
In the annals of history, your love and care secure,
She funded ghats, she gave to learn, her legacy we cheer,
In the heart of Kolkata’s grace, her memory draws us near.
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Chandrayaan 3 with a holy man
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Rise, O women, for the world to see,
On Chandrayaan 3, Deputy Director she be.
Nishchayita Gaurima, mother of might,
Embodies the pride of mothers, so bright.
Once, a young man, a sannyasi divine,
Rangnathananda Ji, his thoughts did align.
“An avatar like Thakur’s grace upholds,
Motherly love, the universe enfolds.
Like Swamiji’s soul, a personality grand,
A choice of avatar, with Shiva’s command.”
But what was the gain, the purpose true?
In society’s darkness, where does this ensue?
Rangnathananda Ji, wise in his thought,
Answered with care, a vision he sought.
“Why?” he questioned, the query posed,
“Why with educated women, is society composed?”
As water to trees, when given with care,
The entire plant thrives, all branches fair.
Likewise, to uplift, society’s grand,
Educate the daughters, across the land.
By educating one man, knowledge to share,
Only he’s enlightened, others unaware.
Educate a woman, the whole family gains,
As nurturers, creators, society refrains.
Women are the creators, for sure,
Men mere stewards, to endure.
Women mend and build with grace,
Leading society, like Vivekananda’s embrace.
Shikshit by women, the society shall rise,
Guided by wisdom, like the sun in skies.
When a girl is educated, the path she paves,
As Vivekananda envisioned, where virtue behaves.
Women balance dominance and leadership,
Awakening the society with consciousness, to keep.
In our justice system, a truth so stark,
Punishments for culprits, we embark.
But parents’ discipline, it’s plain to see,
Lacks the same accountability.
Vimla Thakur knew her son’s dark intent,
A fratricidal plot, society’s dissent.
An aversion to foes, a father’s dread,
Urging immediate execution, tears he shed.
But Bimbisara’s voice held firm, not so,
Rejecting the act, letting justice flow.
Ancient India, not always supreme,
Through true greatness, we find our dream.
So, rise, O women, for a world so fine,
With Nivedita’s soul, let your light shine.
Educate, uplift, let your wisdom impart,
Empower the world, from the depths of your heart.
