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Tiger Tiger Burning Bright!

Tiger Tiger Burning Bright!
Just i saw a Tiger turning into flames and merging into the five elements of the universe….

i couldn’t hold my self remembering those famous lines of sir William Blake’s poetry ‘Tiger tiger burning bright!’ . May be with the different context but this tiger of Maharashtra was burning for people of Maharashtra. By his flames of aspirations he has enlightened 
millions of Marathi souls. Nonetheless he has also ignited a patriotic fever among the people of the country by his simple yet strict remarks in his speeches. People may name him any way but it is also a truth that one can either love him or hate him but one can’t ignore him.



He was a staunch opponent of the reservation policy. He was a person who thought beyond the caste who believed only in two castes all over the world, one the rich and the poor. He had opined in an interview with Arnav Goswami, the Times Now News Editor, “Make the poor rich but don’t make the rich poor.” He never relished people telling them any philosophy but gossiped with them. He was a leader of the personal touch. He might have been criticized as a regional leader, but the whole country had to note his passing. 

He was a man who gave pride to the people of Maharashtra especially Marathi Manoos. He had coined the slogan ‘Jai Maharashtra’. His words were regarded as a command. He wanted this society must have a disciplined way of living. All in all he was a combination of intimidation and aspiration.

i give this man-tiger millions of millions of salutes. May God shower eternal peace on his soul!


Jai Maharashtra!

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तुझं येणं सहज, संथ अन सस्मित ; ऋतुंच्या बहरातल्या कोमलतेसम, अर्धोन्मिलित कळ्यांच्या पाकळ्यांवर पडणाऱ्या धवलसवितृ  रेशमी पायघड्यांवरून तुझं येणं.... अकस्मात, अधीर अन अस्थिर मेघमालेच्या पिंजलेल्या कापशीतून, जालधारेच्या तालबध्द धारानृत्यास तेजोमय वृन्दवाद्यरूप विद्युल्लतेच्या प्रकाशवाटेवरून तुझं येणं शांत, शीतल अन शुभंकर ; वैशाख वणवणीच्या होरापळीतून रणरणत्या वाळवंटातून मरूस्थलछायेत विसावणाऱ्या वायुलहरींच्या सुखाद्संवादातून तुझं येणं ... तुझं येणं , मग माझं  गाणं आणि मग ते गाणंच माझं जगणं. अभिनव.
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