In the heart of Sitab Diara, where rivers intertwine,
A child of destiny was born, a star set to shine.
Jai Prakash, the village echoed, with dreams in his eyes,
Destined to tread a path, under freedom's skies.
From fields of green and rustic charms, to Berkeley’s distant shore,
He journeyed across oceans, a quest for wisdom at his core.
With books in hand and humble toil, he gleaned the world’s expanse,
A mind alight with justice’s spark, and a heart that longed to dance.
Grapes he picked and dishes he cleaned, in a land of liberty’s song,
Learning the ways of socialism, where every voice belongs.
Marx's whispers and Dewey’s dreams, fed his hungry soul,
In America’s academic halls, he found his guiding scroll.
Back to his motherland he came, where chains of bondage clung,
To join the call of freedom’s fight, with courage on his tongue.
A comrade to Gandhi, a brother to Nehru’s cause,
He rallied hearts and fired souls, breaking unjust laws.
Imprisoned in the British chains, his spirit never bowed,
In darkness, he lit freedom’s flame, his voice a rallying crowd.
The Quit India cry rang through the air, a nation’s urgent plea,
And Jai Prakash, the people's torch, led the march to be free.
But post the dawn of independence, disillusionment did creep,
In Congress’s corridors of power, where ideals fell asleep.
So from its grasp, he did depart, to forge a new path wide,
The Praja Socialist banner raised, with justice as his guide.
His call for land and liberty, for power to the base,
Echoed through the valleys, and in every humble place.
He dreamed of villages empowered, a democracy pure,
A land where every citizen’s heart, would beat in justice sure.
Then came the days of darkness, the Emergency’s dread night,
When voices fell to silence, and tyranny took flight.
But Jai Prakash, undeterred, stood firm against the tide,
A beacon in the blackness, with truth as his guide.
From prison’s depths, his spirit soared, calling for the light,
For India to reclaim her soul, for wrongs to be made right.
His “Total Revolution” cry, a call for systemic change,
Resounded through the heartland, in a chorus bold and strange.
His words became the anthem, of a people’s silent fight,
To topple down oppression, and restore the nation's might.
In '77, the tide did turn, the Congress power fell,
And in its place, a new dawn broke, under JP's spell.
He lived a life of simple means, his heart with Prabha bound,
A partnership of purpose, on justice's sacred ground.
Their home, a hub of dreams and plans, a forge of future’s fire,
Where every word and every deed, aimed to lift India higher.
Jai Prakash, a name enshrined, in Bharat’s heart and lore,
A beacon of unwavering light, on justice's sacred shore.
His legacy, a testament, to courage’s enduring song,
A reminder that one soul’s fight, can right a nation's wrong.
So let us remember JP’s tale, a poem of our land,
A life of bold integrity, a leader who took a stand.
In every heart that beats for truth, in every dream anew,
The spirit of Jai Prakash lives, in all we strive to do.
When voices fell to silence, and tyranny took flight.
But Jai Prakash, undeterred, stood firm against the tide,
A beacon in the blackness, with truth as his guide.
From prison’s depths, his spirit soared, calling for the light,
For India to reclaim her soul, for wrongs to be made right.
His “Total Revolution” cry, a call for systemic change,
Resounded through the heartland, in a chorus bold and strange.
His words became the anthem, of a people’s silent fight,
To topple down oppression, and restore the nation's might.
In '77, the tide did turn, the Congress power fell,
And in its place, a new dawn broke, under JP's spell.
He lived a life of simple means, his heart with Prabha bound,
A partnership of purpose, on justice's sacred ground.
Their home, a hub of dreams and plans, a forge of future’s fire,
Where every word and every deed, aimed to lift India higher.
Jai Prakash, a name enshrined, in Bharat’s heart and lore,
A beacon of unwavering light, on justice's sacred shore.
His legacy, a testament, to courage’s enduring song,
A reminder that one soul’s fight, can right a nation's wrong.
So let us remember JP’s tale, a poem of our land,
A life of bold integrity, a leader who took a stand.
In every heart that beats for truth, in every dream anew,
The spirit of Jai Prakash lives, in all we strive to do.
In this poetic tribute, Jai Prakash Narayan's life is not just a series of events, but a flowing river of courage, justice, and undying hope, inspiring us to strive for a better, fairer world.
By Shashikant Nishant Sharma
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