The famous poets of India always put culture first in their writings and poems. Some demonstrated eternal wisdom, a path to peace, and devotions, while others spread Bhakti movements.
These beautiful poems from the famous poets of India contain hidden and meaningful life
We must learn about the famous poets of India and the culture of India in the 14th century by reading their beautiful poems, which contain meaningful life’s motives.
List of the Famous Poets Of India and Their Poems
Dnyaneshwar Maharaj
Dnyaneshwar Maharaj (1275 – 1296), there are a total of 18 chapters in Dnyaneshwari (Eternal Wisdom of Dnyaneshwari is Available on Amazon in Paperback by author, Vassant Shirvaikar),
it is the greatest novel written by Dnyaneshwar Maharaj who was once a great saint, the Holy Spirit who is called Mauli was a 13th-century poet and yogi. He lived only for 21 years and has contributed in the form of literature.
Poem Pasaydan in English
“Now may the cosmic God be satisfied with my rhetoric and give me this Pasaydan (offering).॥ Let the wickedness of the wicked disappear, let them be interested in doing good deeds. Create a sense of friendship in all creatures. ॥ May the darkness of ignorance of the sinful man disappear, may the sun of self-righteousness rise in the universe. May the wishes of life be fulfilled. ॥ May the God-fearing saints who shower all kinds of Mars come down to earth and meet the creatures. ॥ Those (saints) are the walking gardens of Kalpataru, the villages of conscious Chintamani gems, the speaking seas of nectars. May the saints who are pure moons without any spots, without sun without heat, be the friends of all creatures. ॥ All three should be perfect in all their pleasures and should serve the Primordial Man of the universe uninterruptedly. ॥ Those who have this scripture as their life should conquer the visible and invisible sufferings of this world. ॥ Vishweshwar Guru Shri Nivruttinath said that you will get this Prasad. Gyan dev was happy with this groom. ॥
Saint Muktabai
daughter of three great Maharashtrian saints, Nivruttinath, Dnyaneshwar and Sopan. Muktabai (b. 1279—d 1297) was an Indian saint and poet.
The one who saw poverty and closely watched the thirstiness and shock of losing her parents. However, she and her brothers dared absorb the illiterate orthodox Brahmin caste’s pressure on their family in their young age.
Muktabai’s elder brother, Dnyaneshwar Mauli was a prominent figure who wrote Dnyaneshwari at the age of 16 and lived for only 21 years (went in a cave for deep meditation to contemplate higher consciousness and never returned).
Poem “Though he has no form” by Muktabai
Though he has no form My eyes saw him His glory is fire in my mind That knows His secret inner forms Invented by the soul. What is beyond the mind Has no boundary. In it our senses end.
Poet Tulsidas
Poet Tulsidas (1543 – 1623) was renowned for his devotion for lord Ram. Therefore, he wrote Hanuman Chalisa, a prayer to win the heart of Pavan putra (Hanuman) to show how much he worships Ram.
It is a holy prayer for Bajarag Bali Hanuman. Tulsidas was a saint as same as another Indian poet and saint like Tukaram, Kabir, Dnyaneshwar Maharaj. The lord Shiva once said to Parvati that Tulsidas was incarceration of poet Valmiki who wrote the great Ramayana and considered the first poet in Sanskrit Literature.
Hanuman Chalisa in English
Jai Hanuman gyan gun sagar Jai Kapis tihun lok ujagar Ram doot atulit bal dhama Anjaani putra Pavan sut nama Mahabir Bikram Bajrangi Kumati nivar sumati ke sangi Kanchan varan viraj subesa Kanan kundal kunchit kesa Hath vajra aur dhvaja viraje Kaandhe moonj janeyu saje Shankar suvan kesri nandan Tej pratap maha jag vandan Vidyavan guni ati chatur Ram kaj karibe ko aatur Prabu charitra sunibe ko rasiya Ram Lakhan Sita man basiya Sukshma roop dhari siyahi dikhava Vikat roop dhari lank jarava Bhima roop dhari asur sanghare Ramachandra ke kaj sanvare Laye Sanjivan Lakhan jiyaye Shri Raghuvir harashi ur laye Raghupati kinhi bahut badai Tum mam priye Bharat hi sam bhai Sahas badan tumharo yash gaave Asa kahi Shripati kanth lagaave Sankadhik Brahmadi Muneesa Narad Saarad sahit Aheesa Yam Kuber Digpaal jahan te Kavi Kovid kahi sake kahan te Tum upkar Sugreevahin keenha Ram milaye rajpad deenha Tumharo mantra Vibheeshan maana Lankeshwar bhaye sab jag jana Yug sahastra jojan par Bhanu Leelyo tahi madhur phal janu Prabhu mudrika meli mukh mahee Jaladhi langhi gaye achraj nahee Durgam kaj jagath ke jete Sugam anugraha tumhre tete Ram dwaare tum rakhvare Hoat na agya binu paisare Sub sukh lahae tumhari sar na Tum rakshak kahu ko dar naa Aapan tej samharo aapai Teenhon lok hank te kanpai Bhoot pisaach nikat nahin aavai Mahavir jab naam sunave Nase rog harae sab peera Japat nirantar Hanumant beera Sankat te Hanuman chudavae Man kram vachan dhyan jo lavai Sab par Ram tapasvee raja Tin ke kaj sakal Tum saja Aur manorath jo koi lavai Soi amit jeevan phal pavai Charon jug partap tumhara Hai persidh jagat ujiyara Sadhu Sant ke tum rakhware Asur nikandan Ram dulhare Ashta sidhi nav nidhi ke dhata As var deen Janki mata Ram rasayan tumhare pasa Sada raho Raghupati ke dasa Tumhare bhajan Ram ko pavai Janam janam ke dukh bisraavai Anth kaal Raghuvir pur jayee Jahan janam Hari Bakht Kahayee Aur Devta chit na dharahi Hanumanth sehi sarve sukh karehi Sankat kate mite sab peera Jo sumirai Hanumat balbeera Jai Jai Jai Hanuman Gosayin Kripa karahu Gurudev ki nyahin Jo sat bar path kare kohi Chutahi bandhi maha sukh hohi Jo yah padhe Hanuman Chalisa Hoye siddhi sakhi Gaurisa Tulsidas sada hari chera Keejai nath hridaye mein dera Pavan tanay sankat harana, Mangal moorati roop I Ram Lakhan Sita sahit, Hridaya basahu sur bhoop II
One of the Famous Poets Of India, Maharashtra, Saint Tukaram
Tukobaraya (Tukoba – Saint Tukaram) of 17th century Hindu poet and saint of Maharashtra known popular for his devotional poetry and Bhakti Movements.
The poem, “Vrukshavalli Amha Soyari Vanchari” is a unique soul-scrubbing, that makes you fall in love with nature, animals, and birds.
“Vrukshavalli Amha Soyari”
वृक्ष वल्ली आम्हां सोयरीं वनचरें । पक्षी ही सुस्वरें आळविती ।। येणें सुखें रुचे एकांताचा वास । नाही गुण दोष अंगा येत ।। आकाश मंडप पृथुवी आसन । रमे तेथें मन क्रीडा करी ।। कंथाकुमंडलु देहउपचारा । जाणवितो वारा अवसरु ।। हरिकथा भोजन परवडी विस्तार । करोनि प्रकार सेवूं रुची ।। तुका म्हणे होय मनासी संवाद । आपुला चि वाद आपणांसी ।।
Read complete exposition of Vrukshavalli Amha Soyari here
Kabir Das
Kabir Das, a mystical soul of the 15th century who had spent his early life in a Muslim family.
His followers claimed that he was born in womb from a widow and his mother left Kabir alone in the universe (as to escape her from the bruising of people and society) thus, the Muslim family of Kabir was his second parents.
Poem “हीरा सोई सराहिये” by Kabir Das
हीरा सोई सराहिये सहे घनन की चोट कपट को रंगे मानवा परखत निकरा खोट हीरा तहाँ ना खोलिये जहाँ कुंजड़ों की हाट सहजे गाँठि बाँधी के लगिये अपनी बात हीरा सोई सराहिये… हीरा परा बाजार में रहा छार लपटाय केतिहे मूरख पची मुए कोई पारखी लिया उठाय हीरा सोई सराहिये…
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Savitribai Phule
Savitribai Jyotiba Phule (b. 3 Jan 1831 — d. 10 March 1897) was one of the gods gifted Indian educationalist and wife of great social reformer Jyotiba Phule (she got married at the age of 9).
Immense contribution of both husband and wife. Their work was countless to the Indian education system and traditional reformation. Both made people aware of unnecessary customs which were dangerous to humanity and their success.
Poem: “The Greatest Wealth” by Savitribai Phule
Early in the morning, Perform your ambulation, Having become clean and tidy, Pay your respects to parents and elders. Remembering the name of God, Immerse yourself in studies, Waste not these precious days, by insisting on going home. Study hard, get educated, Treat knowledge as your God, Diligently take advantage of it, Concentrating with all your heart. Knowledge is wealth, Greater than all riches, Wise is considered he, Who acquires it.
Sarojini Naidu
Sarojini Naidu (b. 13 Feb 1879 — d. 2 March 1949) was a not only Indian political leader, activist but also a great poet as well as a woman of India and celebrated nationally.
She was one of the key figures of the Indian independence movement. Naidu aimed to help diminish the ruling of the British in India during the years of 1912 to 1947.
Poem “The Bazaars of Hyderabad” by Sarojini Naidu
What do you sell, oye Marchant? Richly your wares are displayed. Turbans of crimson and Silver Mirrors with panels of amber, Daggers with handles of jade What do you weigh, oye Vendors Saffron and lentil and rice What do you grind oye maidens? Sandalwood, henna, and spice. What do you call oye Pedlars? Chessmen and ivory dice. What do you make oye Goldsmith? Wristlet, anklet, and ring. Bells for the feet of blue pigeons, Frail as a Dragon’s-fly’s wing, girdles of gold for the dancers, Scabbards of gold for the king […]
Kamala Das
The real name of Indian writer, poet and failed politician Kamala Das (b. 31 March — d. 31 May 2009) was Kamala Surayya.
And most of her Malayalam writings by pen name, MadhaviKutty. Her most liked subjects in writing reckoning child education, political issues and labouring women related topics.
Poem: The Looking Glass by Kamala Das
Getting a man to love you is easy Only be honest about your wants as woman. Stand nude before the glass with him so that he sees himself the stronger one And believes it so, and you so much more Softer, younger, lovelier. Admit your Admiration. Notice the perfection Of his limbs, his eyes reddening under the shower, the shy walk across the bathroom floor, dropping towels, and the jerky way he Urinates. All the fond details that make him male and your only man. Gift him all, gift him what makes you woman, the scent of long hair, the musk of sweat between the breasts, the warm shock of menstrual blood, and all yours Endless female hungers. Oh yes, getting a man to love is easy, but living without him afterwards may have to be Faced. A living without life when you move around, meeting strangers, with your eyes that gave up their search, with ears that hear only his last voice calling out your name, and your body which once under his touch had gleamed Like burnished brass, now drab and destitute.
Poet Ramanujan
Ramanujan (b. 16 March 1929 — d. 13 July 1993) was an Indian literary scholar and poet. However, he was born to mathematician and astrologer, Attipat Krishnaswami, in Mysore.
He spent his 30 years at the University of Chicago. The well-known writer in Indian literature community considered notable English poet of 1960. He wrote many essays and translated many Indian works into English which depicts the Indian Culture.
“Obituary” Poem by Poet Ramanujan
Father, when he passed on, left dust on a table of papers, left debts and daughters, a bed-wetting grandson named by the toss of a coin after him, a house that leaned slowly through our growing years on a bent coconut tree in the yard. Being the burning type, he burned properly at the cremation as before, easily and at both ends, left his eye coins in the ashes that didn’t look one bit different, several spinal discs, rough, some burned to coal, for sons to pick gingerly and throw as the priest said, facing east where three rivers met near the railway station; no long-standing headstone with his full name and two dates to hold in their parentheses everything he didn’t quite manage to do himself, like his caesarian birth in a Brahmin ghetto and his death by heart-failure in the fruit market. But someone told me he got two lines in an inside column of a Madras newspaper sold by the kilo exactly four weeks later to street hawkers who sell it in turn to the small groceries where I buy salt, coriander, and jaggery in newspaper cones that I usually read for fun, and lately in the hope of finding these obituary lines. And he left us a changed mother and more than one annual ritual.
Atal Bihari was a former PM of India as well as One of the Famous Poets Of India
Atal Bihari Vajpayee (b. 25 Dec 1924-d. 6 Aug 2018) was a real statesman who had brought many changes including domestic and infrastructural reforms encouraged on research and development.
Apart from his successful political career, he was a great poet and writer. His political party symbol was Lotus (Bhartiy Janata Party) one of the best bodies ever made in India. A great speaker whose words and speeches were wonderful all the times and could result into some miracles.
His poem, (हार नहीं मानूँगा, रार नहीं ठानूँगा, काल के कपाल पर लिखता मिटाता हूँ।गीत नया गाता हूँ। ) is one of the best poems he ever written.
टूटे हुए तारों से फूटे बासंती स्वर , पत्थर की छाती में उग आया नव अंकुर, झरे सब पीले पात, कोयल की कूक रात, प्राची में अरुणिमा की रेख देख पाता हूं। गीत नया गाता हूँ। टूटे हुए सपनों की सुने कौन सिसकी? अंतर को चीर व्यथा पलकों पर ठिठकी। हार नहीं मानूँगा, रार नहीं ठानूँगा, काल के कपाल पर लिखता मिटाता हूँ। गीत नया गाता हूँ। बेनकाब चेहरे हैं, दाग बड़े गहरे है, टूटता तिलस्म , आज सच से भय खाता हूँ। गीत नहीं गाता हूँ। लगी कुछ ऐसी नज़र, बिखरा शीशे सा शहर, अपनों के मेले में मीत नहीं पाता हूँ। गीत नहीं गाता हूँ। पीठ में छुरी सा चाँद, राहु गया रेख फाँद, मुक्ति के क्षणों में बार बार बंध जाता हूँ। गीत नहीं गाता हूँ।
Annabhau Sathe
Maharashtra’s legend Annabhau Sathe and his literature has always been recommendable.
One of the top Dalit activists from the state after iconic figure Dr Babasaheb Ambedkar and Jyotiba Phule, as well as, Sathe was one of the founding members of “Lal Bawta Kalapathak”. Tukaram Bhaurao Sathe (was his real name) wrote almost 35 novels in Marathi, 14 short stories, and many to count his real meanings of life stated poems achieved many Maharashtra’s poem loving hearts.
Dalit shahirs of Maharashtra: Annabhau Sathe’s powerful song, one of his favorite poems “माझी मैना गावावर राहिली !” (“My mynah bird stayed in the village!”)
माझी मैना गावावर राहिली | माझ्या जिवाची होतिया काहिली || ओतीव बांधा | रंग गव्हाला | कोर चंद्राची | उदात्त गुणांची | मोठ्या मनाची | सीता ती माझी रामाची | हसून बोलायची | मंद चालायची | सुगंध केतकी | सतेज कांती | घडीव पुतली सोन्याची | नव्या नवतीची | काडी दवन्याची |रेखीव भुवया | कमान जणू इन्द्रधनुची | हिरकणी हिरयाची काठी आंधल्याची | तशी ती माझी गरीबाची| मैना रत्नाची खाण | माझा जिव की प्राण |[…]
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Rabindranath Tagore is One of The Renowned Poets Of India
Rabindranath Tagore born Bhanu Singh Thakur, a literary soul composes many verses in the universe, and he is famous for one of his works, Gitanjali.
A book of the poem on devotion. Apart from this, he has written India’s national anthem, “Jan Gan Man Adhi Na Ek Jai hai” A long ago he already inclined Bengali and later entire India to his new and next level of literature. In 1913 India had found a Nobel person in the literary world, who had become the fist non-European to win the prize. Most of the work had not got known to the world as being a Bengali and considered him as a Bard of Bengal in literature.
Poem: Vocation By Poet Rabindranath Tagore
When the gong sounds ten in the morning, and I walk to school by our lane, Every day I meet the hawker crying, “Bangles, crystal bangles!” There is nothing to hurry him on, there is no road he must take, no place he must go to, no Time when he must come home. I wish I were a hawker, spending my day in The road, crying, “Bangles, crystal bangles!” When at four in the afternoon, I come back from the school, I can see through the gate of that house the Gardener digging the ground. He does what he likes with his spade, the soils his clothes with dust, nobody takes him to Task, if he gets baked in the sun or gets wet. I wish I were a gardener digging away at the Garden with nobody to stop me from digging. Just as it gets dark in the evening and my mother sends me to bed, I can see through my open window the Watchman walking up and down. The lane is dark and lonely, and the street lamp Stands like a giant with one red eye in its head. The watchman swings his lantern and walks with his shadow at his side, and never once Goes to bed in his life. I wish I were a watchman walking the street all night, chasing the shadows with mine Lantern.
Munshi Premchand
Munshi Premchand, the man who was born as Dhanpat Rai Srivastav on 31st July 1880 Lambai, in north India.
He was once a teacher, a school administrator, editor and founder of his journal publication, Hans and Jagaran. Most of the famous work is in Hindi, Urdu and Russian Literature. All the work of Munshi had addressed and delivered in April 1936. The meeting was held at All India progressive writer’s association in Lucknow. Urdu writer Syed Sajjad Zaheer had organized the meeting.
One of the poems by Premchand
सन् अट्ठारह सौ अस्सी, लमही सुंदर ग्राम।प्रेमचंद को जनम भयो, हिन्दी साहित काम।। परमेश्वर पंचन बसें, प्रेमचंद कहि बात।हल्कू कम्बल बिन मरे, वही पूस की रात।। सिलिया को भरमाय के, पंडित करता पाप।धरम ज्ञान की आड़ में, मनमानी चुपचाप।। बेटी बुधिया मर गई, कफन न पायो अंग।घीसू माधू झूमते, मधुशाला के संग।। होरी धनिया मर गए, कर न सके गोदान।जीवनभर मेहनत करी, प्रेमचंद वरदान।। मुन्नी तो तरसत रही, आभूषण नहि पाई।झुनिया गोबर घूमते, बिन शिक्षा के माहि।। बेटी निर्मला कह रही, कन्या दीजे मेल।जीवनभर को मरण है, ब्याह होय बेमेल।। पंच बसे परमात्मा, खाला लिए बुलाय।शेखा जुम्मन देखते, अलगू करते न्याय।
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