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Patradoot or The Messenger 39 /50

Patradoot or The Messenger 39 /50

English version by Ravindra K Kapoor 
Originally written in Hindi by my 
Late father Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor

When in the nectar pond of her mouth,
My kiss use to take breathe, dear,
Even the pride of the beauties of heaven,
Seems faded before her charms, dear letter 

When during her extreme laughs and passions,
The rows of her pearl like teeth appeared, 
They use to wave like necklace of pearl, 
In the red shines of her lovely lips, dear letter.

The round mark of her forehead used to disappear,  
Whenever her face shined with luster dear, 
Also during our love making, 
When pride ever came in her mind, dear letter.

Such lovely face, of the moonfaced my beloved,
You would find without a smile dear letter,
The face that never bent in self respect,
You will find  plight full, dear letter.

Her limbs which she used to keep covered,
With the softness and colors of beautiful silk sarees,
You would find them covered now with,
Coarse cotton Khadi colorless sarees, dear letter.

Seeing her motherland in miseries, 
And her people unfed and uncovered,
She must be wearing that coarse clothes,
On her tender body in sympathy of her people,


Kanpur India      013th Sept 2010                     continues in 40

Based on the true freedom struggle story of Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor

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Patradoot in Hindi was originally written by my late father 
Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor around 1932, who was a freedom fighter.

He wrote Patradoot in Hindi, when he was kept in Faizabad Jail for quite
a long time. The Epic was written as a gift for my mother and it was
sent to her secretly from Faizabad Jail. He was imprisoned
by the British, as he was fighting for India's freedom 
under the leadership of Mahatma Gandhi. He was imprisoned 
many times during 1920 to 1947. After India’s
independence as a true follower of Gandhi Dr. Amar Nath 
Kapoor left active politics and devoted rest of his life in 
writing easy mass literature and wrote many Dramas, 
Poetry books, epics. All his other literary 
works were mainly written from 1955 to 1990. 
He left this mortal world in 1994.

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  1. Date: 9/16/2010 7:01:00 AM
    Thank you for the gift of history, I trust we shall be worthy of walking in his shadow, that his legacy will be a foundation for a new tomorrow. I am kindled again by his love and imagination, as a freedom fighter with a pen, I know we have a prize for which we fight. One love

  1. Date: 9/13/2010 11:00:00 PM
    Oh, her clothing changed for coarse clothing. Sad for the misery she must have endured. The image of the silk sarees was lovely. thanks as always for your kind comments. Luv, Andrea

  1. Date: 9/13/2010 1:09:00 PM
    How wonderful and graceful these words sing. A beautiful tribute to your late father for sharing here a P.S. I enjoyed the read! Caryl

  1. Date: 9/12/2010 10:01:00 PM
    Descriptive beyond the beautiful words used here Ravindra my friend... nectar pond of mouth.. my kiss takes breath... I feel I am living these words... specially creative piece.. appreciate your kindness of warm words and comments tonight with luv..

  1. Date: 9/12/2010 7:25:00 PM
    Good day, Ravindra! Nice to see your fresh new post. A nice and refreshing way to end my night. One question if you may answer! Are some of these continued letters centered in Africa? I wanted the other day. Your letters keep getting interesting. Enjoyed and had fun reading the loveliness of her beauty,..Poet D.