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Ramdhari Singh Dinkar: A great poet

Ramdhari Singh Dinkar was not just a poet, but he gave a new direction to the society with his writing. His famous poem ‘Empty the throne that the people come’ filled the youth excited during the freedom struggle. He was awarded the Sahitya Akademi Award and Jnanpith Award in 1972. A unique mixture of valor, love and compassion is seen in Dinkar’s poems. On the occasion of Hindi Pakhwada and Hindi Day 2025, let’s read some of their important compositions and remember their legacy!

Famous poems by Ramdhari Singh Dinkar

Ramdhari Singh Dinkar’s name comes first in Hindi literature. Born on 23 September 1908 in Simaria village in Begusarai district of Bihar, Dinkar was not only a poet, but also a freedom fighter and deep thinker. His compositions such as ‘Kurukshetra’, ‘Rashmirathi’ and ‘Hunka’ are still in the hearts of people. In his writing, there is a wonderful confluence of patriotism, social reform and human feelings. On this special occasion, let’s read 5 major poems of Dinkar and understand their depth.

Empty the throne that the public comes

The cold-centered ashes of centuries arose,

The soil wears gold crown;

Two paths, listen to the chariot of time,

Empty the throne that the public comes.

public? Yes, the same idols of clay,

Winter-to-end to bear,

When the snakes in the limb-limb are sucking

Even then, never open mouth and pain.

public? Yes, long – the same swear of big tongue,

“The public, really, suffers a lot of anguish.”

“So right, but, after all, what is public opinion on it?”

‘What is the question that says on this? “

As if the public is the flower which is not realized,

Only when you want, take off and punish them both;

Or some milk

Jantar-mantar should be limited in four toys.

But the ground, the tornado arises,

When the public is Kopakul, it offers Bhrkuti;

Two paths, listen to the chariot of time,

Empty the throne that the public comes.

The foundation of the palaces was uprooted by the shouts,

The crown blows in the air with the strength of breath,

Stop the way of public, where is the time in time?

Where she wants, Kaal turns there.

Abdon, centuries, darkness of millennium

The past Gavaksha is buried by Ambar

Nobody else, public dreams Ajay

The chest of the ripping timir is overflowing.

The most of the great democracy reached the world,

Set thirty-three category throne

Abhishek is not the king today, but of the subjects,

Crown the crown on the head of the thirty -three categories.

Whom do you find for Aarti,

In temples, Rajprasadas, in cellars?

God is breaking ballast on the streets somewhere,

Gods will meet in the fields, in the barns.

Shovels and plows are about to be formed,

Gentle decorates adornment with gold;

Two paths, listen to the chariot of time,

Empty the throne that the public comes.

Pen, write about his glory today

Burned bones in turn

Chitkai in which spark,

Those who climbed on virtue

Non -neck value

Pen, write about his glory today.

Which is a little lamp, our

One edge in storms,

Waterfalls extinguished someday

Did not ask for affection

Pen, write about his glory today.

Krishna’s warning

Walking in the forest for years,

Kiss the obstacles,

Cum sunshine, water-stones,

Pandavas came to some more improved.

Good luck does not sleep all day,

See what happens next.

Sword

Do you want a pen or that sword

The power of power in the mind is immense

You will create a sweet anthem sitting in the blind room

Or win the outside ground holding the sword

Pen is the great power of the country, who awakens emotion,

Not to set fire to the minds of the heart.