HARIVANSH RAI BACHCHAN BEST POEM

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HARIVANSH RAI BACHCHAN

Harivansh Rai Bachchan needs no introduction; his writings are considered to be a landmark in Hindi literature. A rebellious poet who romanticized life, he penned some great poems that remain etched in the reader's heart forever. Madhushala is one of his classics that evokes a kind of enchantment that's rare to feel. Though he is credited with enriching the Hindi language, only a few know that Hindi was not his only forte. He was the first Indian Ph.D. in English Literature from Cambridge University, and received his doctorate for his work on Irish poet W.B. Yeats.




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