Hindu - Song Of The Beginning Poem by Prabir Gayen

‎Hindu - Song of the Beginning
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‎      Prabir Kumar Gayen
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‎Hindu life, Hindu death,
‎Hindu breath moving through
‎bone and silence.
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‎Hindu air, Hindu water,
‎Hindu fire of the sun that wakes the seed.
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‎Hindu is the song of life
‎sung before language learned its tongue.
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‎Hindu sky, Hindu space,
‎the open palm of creation.
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‎Hindu is the muse of becoming,
‎Ida and Pingala braided in light,
‎Saraswati flowing as thought and sound.
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‎Hindu earth, Hindu moon,
‎Hindu the prayer without demand.
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‎Hindu the object of meditation,
‎mother and daughter in one mirror,
‎the plain where eternal peace rests its head.
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‎Hindu is hero and heroine,
‎Savarkar and Khudiram in flame,
‎Netaji Subhas, Jatinder Nath,
‎names carved in courage.
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‎Hindu is man and God,
‎poem and epic breathing each other.
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‎Hindu is the soul of the earth,
‎the prana of the world.
‎Hindu is beauty remembering itself,
‎Rabindranath's song,
‎Vivekananda's thunder.
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‎Hindu is Svetaketu listening to silence,
‎the ancient call of Tat Tvam Asi.
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‎Hindu is Aham Brahmasmi
‎spoken by the wind.
‎Hindu is the unheard language
‎understood by all beings.
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‎Hindu is Ramakrishna and Buddha,
‎Heraclitus, Lao Tzu, Pythagoras,
‎fires from different hills
‎meeting in one sky.
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‎Hindu is Parasurama, Aurobindo, Rumi,
‎Arjuna and Hanuman moving in one pulse.
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‎Hindu is Ganga, Yamuna, Saraswati,
‎Himalaya, Aravalli, Alps,
‎Mariana's depth and Kailash's stillness,
‎Tibet and Sahara breathing one earth.
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‎Hindu is Debabrata, Santanu,
‎Dibyendu, Priya bata and Priyanka,
‎Rajesh, Rakesh, Rishikesh,
‎the ordinary made sacred.
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‎Hindu is fountain and flow,
‎river and ocean,
‎drop remembering the sea.
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‎Hindu is nothing and everything,
‎the bird's single note,
‎the orchestra of stars,
‎the sound of one hand clapping
‎inside the heart.
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‎Hindu is Gita on the battlefield,
‎Ashtavakra's palace of laughter,
‎Rama walking with Vashistha,
‎sakuntala blooming in exile.
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‎Hindu is sacrifice,
‎the bow, the arrow, the offering.
‎Hindu is Buddha beneath the Bodhi tree,
‎Svetambara and Digambara,
‎non-violence holding a sword of truth.
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‎Hindu is nature's law
‎and the marriage of opposites,
‎the eternal music unheard.
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‎Hindu is civilization beyond time,
‎beauty that does not age.
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‎Kali, Durga, Lakshmi,
‎dark sky, star-filled,
‎and starless emptiness
‎overflowing with love.
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‎Hindu is Rina, Tine, Debolina,
‎Aradhya, Aradhana, Mahalaxmi, Vishalaxmi,
‎Gautami and Satakarni,
‎Nanak and Omkar
‎sharing one breath.
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‎Hindu is sound and silence,
‎Guru Gobind and Jupiter turning together.
‎Mahavira, Shibaji, Rana Pratap,
‎strength disciplined by dharma.
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‎Sanjukta, Padmini, Santoshi Ma,
‎grace wearing many faces.
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‎Hindu is Gurudwara and temple,
‎poem and poet,
‎writer and novel,
‎song and singer.
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‎Tolerance and turbulence,
‎meditation and revolution.
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‎Hindu is Krishna's flute,
‎Ashtavakra's laughter,
‎Vashistha's stillness,
‎the music of emptiness itself.
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‎Hindu is Rama and Lakshmana
‎walking on dust,
‎the source of peace that does not retreat.
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‎Hindu is the temple of ancient knowing,
‎ever new, ever present,
‎a song without end.
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‎@Prabir Gayen
‎11/01/2026/5: 07PM.
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