by Atul Chandra Sarkar
Let’s look up in gratitude,
To the boons showered by Maula,
Let’s look up in gratitude,
The gift from Asif-ud-daula.
Whether it’s true or false,
Perhaps, all of us know,
That Asif-ud-daula provided,
Whom God did not bestow.
But his humble belief was:
Whom God gives, he alone can give,
His people gave him a masterpiece,
He gave food, so that they could live.
Come to the city of ‘Pehle aap’,
Come to the city of biggest heart,
Come to the magnificent Rumi Gate:
The symbol of rich culture and art.
The Gateway of India and India Gate,
Each has a unique tale to tell,
The logo of Lucknow waits for you,
The Turkish Gate with its endless spell.
Why turn the pages of History,
To glimpse gateways of Constantinople,
The Byzantium charm in all its glory,
Has been re-created by Lucknow people.
Let’s reach the eight-faced cenotaph,
At an awesome sixty feet high,
Let’s light a huge lantern on the top,
Which with the full moon can vie?
Awadhi architecture is calling you,
The Gateway of Lucknow is calling you,
The City of Nawabs is calling you,
Niceties and preciosities are calling you.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Double Post Graduate in Philosophy and Sociology and LLB degree-holder, a Gold Medalist from Canning College, University of Lucknow, U.P. India. Presently engaged as Advisor (Industrial Relations) and Public Information Officer (Corporate) at Uttar Pradesh Rajya Vidyut Utpadan Nigam Ltd., Lucknow, Uttar Pradesh, India and is a Guest Faculty at Electricity Training Institute, Sarojini Nagar, Lucknow, Uttar Pradesh on the Right to Information Act, 2005. An Advocate registered with the Bar Council. Articles, poems and short stories have been published in popular National dailies like Pioneer, Northern India Patrika, Times of India, Campus Verse, Shaktivani, etc. A Blogger at Times of India's speakingtree and having a flair for oil painting. A democratic, liberal and humanist to the core.
Last updated September 06, 2015