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Swami Vivekananda & Thakur Shree Ramkrishna
Please Visit & Subscribe my Youtube Channel : Keleedas Kobita In the heart of Calcutta’s embrace, Born to an aristocratic grace, Narendranath Datta, a spirit divine, Swami Vivekananda, a radiant sign. From a Kayastha family he arose, A seeker of truth, where wisdom flows. In youth, a call to spirituality’s quest, Inclined to religion, he found his nest. Ramakrishna, a guru, wise and true, Their destinies intertwined, a bond to pursue. From literature class to Dakshineswar’s gate, A meeting that altered the seeker’s fate. Initially rebellious, he stood against, Ideas that challenged, beliefs intense. But Ramakrishna’s charisma and insight, Drew him closer, dispelling the night. In 1881, a crucial turn,…
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Love the Winter – A charming Beauty
Please Visit & Subscribe my Youtube Channel : Keleedas Kobita In Winter’s embrace, the world turns cold, A tranquil hush, a tale untold. The air, crisp and pure, in icy dance, A canvas of white, a frozen expanse. The Earth, adorned in a gown of frost, As nature’s brush, in stillness, embossed. A whispering wind weaves through the trees, A symphony of silence, a winter’s tease. Human hearts, in this season, find delight, By the hearth’s warmth on a chilly night. Mugs clink with cocoa, fires crackle bright, Gathered ’round, bathed in cozy light. Snowflakes descend, each one unique, Softly painting scenes, mild and bleak. Children romp in playful delight,…
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Strong belief can win the race in life
Please Visit & Subscribe my Youtube Channel : Keleedas Kobita In the cricketing realm, a name does shine, K L Rahul, with skills divine. Batsman supreme, a wicket-keeper fine, His mental strength, a tale in every line. In World Cups’ fray, his bat did sing, 386 runs, his accolades ring. At number 5, he held the fort, Guiding India, a vital support. But fate’s twist, a challenge found, His tendon snapped, a jolting sound. Injury struck, a painful blow, Yet Rahul’s spirit continued to glow. Through surgery’s path, with crutches in sight, He walked on, with determined might. “I’ll focus, I’ll heal,” his resolve so strong, His courage, a testament…
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Thakur Ramkrishna and Jessus Christ
Please Visit & Subscribe my Youtube Channel : Keleedas Kobita This story is based on âParampurush Shree Ramkrishnaâ of Shree Achinta Kumar Sen Gupta. In Jadu Mallick’s haven, one fleeting day, Thakur Ramakrishna sat, stories held in sway, Conversing with Jadu, his gaze then caught, A picture framed, a scene that deeply wrought. A mother’s tender arms, a child divine, In her embrace, a sacred glow did shine, The mother’s eyes held depths of boundless love, While on the child’s face, innocence did rove. “Who are they?” Thakur Ramakrishna inquired with grace, “A lady and her son,” the answer in its place, His eyes held steady, fixed on this display,…
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Joyous Echoes of Yuletide Delight
Please Visit & Subscribe my Youtube Channel : Keleedas Kobita In the hush of winter night, a tale unfolds, Where stars alight, and mirth beholds, A tale of wonder, of love’s sweet embrace, As Christmas comes with its enchanting grace. Amidst the frost, in a world adorned, Whispers of joy, in every heart told, From homes a glow with twinkling light, To streets adorned in festive might. The evergreens don their festive best, With loughs, ribbons, and dreams abreast, Their fragrant boughs, a haven’s sight, Embracing all in the gentle night. Children’s laughter, like jingle bells, Echoes through lanes and secret wells, Their eyes alight with sheer delight, As anticipation…
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Poush Mela- Shantiniketanâs Living Tale
Please Visit & Subscribe my Youtube Channel : Keleedas Kobita In Shantiniketan’s embrace, on Poush’s seventh dawn, The shehnai’s melodious breath, the festive day’s spawn. Poush Mela opens its eyes, the town rouses with cheer, Vaitalik’s first footsteps, a song-filled atmosphere. Around the entire place, their tunes softly unfurl, Baul music’s essence, in each note, a swirl. A canvas of Bengali folklore painted alive, Dance, song, and sports, cultural tales thrive. With each passing day, diverse activities unfold, An ode to Shantiniketan, traditions untold. From vibrant performances to prayers so devout, The Mela’s grandeur, beyond any doubt. Fifteen hundred souls, their stalls, their art displayed, Ten thousand guests in awe,…
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The Journey Towards Society-Centric Grace
Please Visit & Subscribe my Youtube Channel : Keleedas Kobita In life’s vast stage, two souls do dwell, One to themselves, the other, all hearts swell. One cloaked in solitude, a self-centric view, The other in the world, with hearts anew. A tale unfolds of extremes profound, A frozen heart, in isolation bound, A soul who tends to their solitary kin, A world away from where life begins. Yet on the other end, a noble sight, Sri Ramakrishna, in selfless light, His deeds, a beacon, for all to see, A life devoted to humanity’s plea. Between these poles, most mortals tread, With self and society, they’re wed. Some more inclined…
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Spinning Yarns of Cricket’s Grace
Please Visit & Subscribe my Youtube Channel : Keleedas Kobita In the cricket’s realm, a story unfurls, South Africa and India, two cricketing pearls. T20s done, victory graced India’s way, Now ODI’s canvas, a fresh display. Yet players absent, practice calls their name, Spin’s sly dance, they must tame. Test series looms, their focus locked in, ODIs at stake, a challenging spin. With bat and ball, on fields they tread, In pursuit of triumph, where legends are bred. India’s hope, another win to claim, Despite the challenge, the spin’s cunning game. Amidst this saga, a tale takes flight, Of battles waged, in cricket’s light. A graceful dance, on the pitch’s…
