A hush has fallen over the world of Urdu poetry. Munawwar Rana, the maestro of words, is no more. A gentle tremor, a final flicker of the heart, and at 71, the melody of his verse has been silenced. Yet, the echoes of his poems reverberate in the souls he touched, each line a testament to a vibrant life lived in passion and purpose.
Famous poet Munawwar Rana has passed away due to a heart attack. He breathed his last at the age of 71. He was ill for a long time. Due to which he was brought to PGI, Lucknow for treatment. Where he was admitted to ICU. There he said goodbye to the world late at night. Let us tell you that Munawwar Rana had written many works on mother.
Munawwar Rana’s daughter Sumaiya told that her father died in the hospital late on Sunday night. His last rites will be performed on Monday. Munavvar is survived by his wife, four daughters and a son. Munawwar Rana’s son Tabrez told that due to illness he was hospitalized for 14-15 days. He was first admitted to Medanta in Lucknow and then to SGPGI. Where he breathed his last at around 11 pm on Sunday night.
Born on 26 Novemebr 1952 in Rae Bareli, Rana’s poetry was a tapestry woven with the threads of everyday life. He found beauty in the mundane, a poignant lyricism in the pulse of the common man. His words danced with wit, sang with sorrow, and roared with righteous anger. Whether lamenting the plight of the marginalized or celebrating the spirit of love, Rana’s voice resonated with a powerful authenticity.
He was a poet of the people, his verses finding home in bustling alleys and humble tea shops as readily as in grand concert halls. His words gave voice to the voiceless, offering solace and solace to millions who saw their own stories reflected in his verses. Rana transcended borders, languages, and religions, his poetry a lingua franca of shared emotions and experiences.
Beyond his masterful use of language, Rana was a champion of social justice. He spoke truth to power, unafraid to challenge societal norms and advocate for the disenfranchised. His poems became weapons against oppression, his voice a rallying cry for equality and fraternity. He was a poet who walked the walk, living a life in accordance with the values he espoused in his art.
His passing leaves a void in the literary landscape, a silence deafening in its magnitude. Yet, as we mourn his loss, let us also celebrate the legacy he leaves behind. His poems are not elegies, but testaments to life’s rich tapestry. They are invitations to embrace the world with open eyes and a compassionate heart, to find poetry in the ordinary, and to speak up for what we believe in.
Munawwar Rana may be gone, but his words live on. They whisper in the rustling leaves, sing in the gurgling streams, and echo in the beating hearts of his admirers. As long as his poems are read, as long as his voice is heard, Munawwar Rana will never truly be gone. He will live on, a poet laureate of our times, his verses a timeless balm for the soul.
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