From the title itself, it should be clear that the blog is supposed to act as a way of building an online collection of Hindi Poetry. Focus is on the established Hindi literature and not really on promoting new faces. Unicode encoding will be used on this site. If you are unable to view Devnagri characters, please do Google Search for installation of Unicode support and necessary fonts. At a later point of time, I might put some information here itself. Any contributions are most welcome. Do not worry — contributions will be duly acknowledged. However, if you have not typed out the stuff yourself, please mention the original source of the piece. I am, right now, focussing on more important parts. Besides a translation of interface makes it unreadbale, even if to no one else, to myself. Hi, There is one poem.. To which Duryodhana rufuge any try to capture Sri Krishna. Then Sri Krishna challanges Duryodhana and the poem goes on. Can any one please give me some information. It is in Tritiya Sarga. This poem, too, is an excerpt from one of the larger poetries from him. Probably it is from Rashmirathi. But I have to check. I will get back to you later. I would appreciate any help if you recognise the verse and provide me with the full poem. Hi Vinay — Interestingly I came upon this site because I, too, was looking for this very same poem. I also learned it in school in Bombay. The stanzas that you have written are the exact ones that I remember. Flethcher Carney in 1845, when she was a school teacher in Boston, USA. Her object in writing the lines was to impress upon the minds of her pupils the importance of Little Things. Original Poem is: Little drops of water, little grains of sand, make the mighty ocean and the beauteous land. And the little moments, humble though they may be, make the mighty ages of eternity. Little deeds of kindness, little words of love, make our earth an Eden, like the heaven above. So our little errors lead the soul away, from the paths of virtue into sin to stray. Little seeds of mercy sown by youthful hands, grow to bless the nations far in heathen lands. Glory then for ever be to God on high, beautiful and loving, to eternity. Hope you would have found agnipath. Help will be appreciated. Maa Ki Jyoti Se Noor Milta Hai. Sabke Dilon Ko Surur Milta Hai. Jo Bhi Jata Hai Mata Ke Dwar, Usse Kuch Na Kuch Zaroor Milta Hai…. Nazar Chahti Hai Deedar Karna, Dil Chahta Hai Pyaar Karna, Kya Bataoon Is Dil Ka Aalam, Nasib Me Likha Hai Intezar Karna… Kisi na Kisi Pe Kisi Ko Aitbaar Ho Jaata Hai, Ajnabi Koi Shaks Yaar Ho Jaata Hai, Khoobiyon Se Nahi Hoti Mohabbat Sada Khamiyon se Bhi Aksar Pyaar Ho Jaata Hai… Dear Vinay Chopra, I had this poem Kshudra ka Mahatva in my grade 7 when I was about 12. It has been my all time favourite. Mein zeezak uttha hooa bechain sa lal ho kar aankh bhi dookhnay lagi. Log dene mooth kapde ki lage enth bechari dabe paaon bhagi! Jab kisi dhangse nikal tinka gaya tab samaz ne yoon muze taane diye, enthta tu kis liye itna raha ek tinka hai bahot tere liye! Friends on this amazing blog, please tell me the name of the poet who wrote following poem. I had it in my 8th grade and I only remember a part of it. Samay ke sabhi saath jeevan badalte samay ko badalta hooa tu chalachal! Ki bhar atmavishvas har saaans mein tu udade sabhi traas uchchhvas mein tu badal de narak ke sabhi dashya pal mein bana de amrit vishva ka sab halahal! Nishaa mein tujhe chand ne path dikhaya praly
