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HIRAMAN TULSIRAM LANJE
Lanje (born 01.07.1946) is Marathi Poet of repute. He has to his credit 4
books of poetry, 3 books of literary criticism and 06 books of other categories.
His notable books are : (i) Atmabhan and Abhipray - Poetry in Marathi,
(ii) Marathi Ranga Bhoomi, (iii) Maharashtrachi Lok Nritya Natyadhara &
(iv) Samagra Zadi Patti. He got Maharashtra State Literary award-2000,
Apte Wachan Mandir Ichalkaranji & Tuka Mhane Award by Anuwad Chalwal.
Contact : Flat No. 404, Swaonil Shaiwalini Apart, North Ambazari Road, Plot No. 7, Shivaji Nagar-440010 (Maharashtra)
Phone : 0712-3012657, Mobile: 942214570 email :
by Hiraman Tulsiram Lanje
With desire unknown
A part of the earth Rises high and high
And feels so much elated
The earth seams to it
A planet stunted.
That may be the creatorís mood
Or a planned evolution
Every hillock has its own hight
But all can not attain
The Himalayan hight.
Towering height or greatness
Itís after all a relative measure
But for me. The country side hillocks
Have a Himalayan stature.
Great Himalaya Piercing the skies
Gives deep sensation to eyes
But history tells me
Long long ago
There also was a deep bule sea.
From among the infinitely dark
Encircled dots galorÖ
Suddenly some may get aloft
What is the shining
But not attained by the remaining.
Under the greatness of mountain
Lie bried many rocks unseen
Over the perched afid Lands.
Still grow the trees lush and green.
Of human Culture
Same is the evolution Smooth and uneven
Under the name of religion and sects.
I find deeper and deeper clefts.
The great souls touch the skies
Under the debris common man lies
For the great being canít stoop low
And the poor ones never glow.
Tr. by C. M. Gupta
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