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27 June 2022 – Women Poets #4

पायो जी मैंने राम रतन धन पायो "I have been given the richness of Lord's name blessing" Mirabai – Lover of Krishna 1498 – circa 1546 Today is the fourth post featuring women poets who changed the landscape of the art of poetry. We meet an Indian poet, Mirabai, (also known as Meera Bai, or simply Mira) who is a literary and spiritual figure of legendary proportions in India and elsewhere. Born a princess in the region of Rajasthan in 1498, Mira fought tradition and celebrated a woman's right to an independent life. Her royal family had arranged an early marriage for her, but she felt a marriage to Krishna (deity of compassionate protection and love) was more important. Most legends about Mirabai mention her fearless disregard for social and family conventions, her devotion to Krishna, her treating Krishna as her husband, and being persecuted by her relatives for her religious devotion. As a result, her life became a model of social defiance and spiritual integrity. This
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