THE GREAT BOY NAWAB SIRAJ UD-DAULAH, INDIA

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Ridendick Mitro

Learn, learn, learn,
The story of heartburn
In India,
The tale of Nawab Siraj ud-daulah.

Charm, charm, charm,
The lives of them,
Who were the fighters to any harm
In the time of his empire then,
In India,
The tale of Nawab Siraj ud-daulah.

Earn, earn, earn,
Actual knowledge,
How the paid historians
Blamed his qualities, page by page,
Despite his royal sign
Who loved people, friends, in open design.
Siraj, the special one
Beyond compare at that stage,
Who understood the minds of invaders in full rage,
Who understood the art and culture
With open visage,
Who understood the sense of beauty,
And who understood the
feelings and Honor
of women’s demands and duty,
Whose mind was like a hermit,
Whose love for nation
was high without conflict,
And if some friend or love
pointed out his mistake,
He thought of it, as possible, tried to correct.
Am I wrong, this — if I confirm?
Learn, learn, learn.

Drum, drum, drum,
The sound of drums and the bugles of war,
We’re blown away,
The vision of the Battle of Plassey, so far,
And his entire live says,
How a man’s love for women should pay,
Then time was rare in India,
The tale of Nawab Siraj ud-daulah.

Dream, dream, dream,
The dream of history-keeping
Into reality like a fest,
Hirajheel Save Movement,
And Khoshbag Save Movement.
And many more to the taste,
Great, great, great,
In the world’s concern,
Learn, learn, learn.

Those who blamed him
into numerous faults,
Why couldn’t they present the names
of comparative Nawabs, kings and emperors?
Alas, what a peculiar art of technic,
On the other hand, if he was the worst one,
Why were his evidences being finished?
Heart demands truths,
Knowledge demands routes,
Merit demands height,
This is automatic human’s light.

He made mistakes because he was young,
Critics blamed him,
So, why the empires of the aged rulers
drove India from riches to rags,
time after time,

Alarm, alarm, alarm,
Speak ye not, about him,
A man of world idea,
An emperor of world history,
Nawab Siraj-ud-daulah.

About the Author : Ridendick Mitro,

Kolkata, West Bengal, India, is professionally a poet, novelist, lyricist, columnist in English, Bengali, Spanish. Also a science researcher, invented HISTORY MATH, using the process of equation. Also inventing on Space science and theorems, including exception processes in curing diseases and other illness. Also other subjects. upto 2024 Published solo books are twenty two-three. Yet to be published many. On the Nawab Siraj ud-daulah and its update informations he has written an epic, runs at ten thousands lines, yet to be published. And due to huge poems, songs and proses on this nation-cum-world history he got recognized as Movement Poet in these history save movements, spread internationally. So he received “International Sabuj Sena Samman-2023” from Nawab Sirajudaulah Smriti Surakkha Trust.

Manas Sinha was the first researcher-journalist to assist in the work and success of Siraj-centric historical research. The erudite woman of this revolution is Samarpita Dutta, alongside several other researcher-journalists and all the history enthusiasts of the movement.

Also from Art Mother Earth Foundation, he received “International Gem of The Earth Award”. This international peace works foundation is blessed and supported by The United Nations, government of New Zealand, Australia, Canada, along with Peace Nobel Laureate His Holiness Dalai Lama, including the Meyor of Kolkata, New Zealand’s town’s Mayor, and some Journalist Clubs of Bangladesh, Huge Indian and foreign Medias, Individuals, netizens, citizens, and other organizations. He received also Sayod Ahasan Ali Memory Award from Murshidabad, and others many.

He created MATH POETRY as authenticated by a big publisher of Kolkata and also put into the Doctorates’ research books and columns in journals. A feature film lyricist also. His some lyrics are used as theme songs and prayers in some organizations and schools. A social reformer with uptodate process and a bold orator. Received many International and other authentic awards and felicitations. Engaged in international peace works. Spanish poems are from Spain. Many kinds of exceptional creations have been made successfully by him. He survived unspeakable situations to settle his dreams and works increasingly.

Ridendick at first identified the hidden errors in the constitution of India, with hundred arguments pointed out the major mistakes made by Dr. B-R Ambedkar and his associates, and brought them to the attention to the nation and the world, surprising Ambedkar’s followers and successfully making people understand the need for an alternative path. These writings were discussed in government records and prominent periodicals.

His thoughts, approaches, and works, both domestically and internationally, have inspired many to think about ways to free society and world from various kinds of distress.

He claims that without care and love for helpless beings, peace can’t come to the world. Because, without this quality, a person’s bad habits can not change. He also has valuable opinion on trees.

Ridendick is the first in the world, from the Indian subcontinent to boldly write ARYAN as his caste identity. He logically proved that cast identities were created according to individual convenience and / or pressurised by rulling system full of mistakes and also being victimised by dogmatic corners, as lacking scientific basis. He was the first person to claim that Aryans are individuals with progressive thoughts, perfect manners, perfect judgement and logical philosophy, who can interact with fellow countrymen and foreigners without bias, and value free knowledge. This aligns with historical truth. Therefore, individuals with such character and habits should form a distinct society as Aryans. Otherwise just progressive individuals will be held back in the name of inclusivity. This perspective is sparking discussions everywhere.

On the other hand, if someone’s behavior is similar to that of the Aryans, then scientifically speaking, it can be inferred that they have inherited that bloodline from near or far. Therefore, carrying this identity is true and fitting from that perspective. Beyond this, any imposed will or man-made law cannot be true.

Ridendick says that if honest, brave, and free-thanking people do not stand up for what is right and rational in the face of misguided individuals around them, they will not be able to maintain their value and dignity.

Ridendick Mitro says, “If the caste system is imposed and given legal sanction in verious forms in the country, then why is it unjust to demand its implementation in a scientific manner? And if this scientific division is persued, who will be left behind and why? And for what purpose is that?

‘And, moreover, the reasons behind the so-called caste system’s decisions and their acceptance in the country, and rhe logic behind them, are shrouded in mystery,. Who decides which castes are superior or inferior, and why and how? On what basis do these decisions change, and when? Who are the ones behind these desires, and what is the truth behind them? We don’t get a clear explanation. What we get is an imposed decision, and various tactics are used to convince the public by the peculiar agents dramatically. Alas!

‘As a citizen, what’s wrong with knowing the reasons? Doesn’t the state or world belong to everyone? Who imposes their will on whom, and why?

‘See again, yes, who determines which case, why, and who is considered inferior or superior by this classification? Under whose authority and by what law? Everything is unclear and the presentation of tactics.”

His logical arguments and bold application have made everyone, both domestically and internationally, think deeply about this issue. And the particular people are worried.

In May 2026, Ridendick won the Munshi Premchand Literary Award for his English poem “Premchand, A Phenomenon in India”. The award was presented by Jullie Publication, whose head office is in Jharkhand and which now has a branch office in Assam, India.

Because of his mother’s many sacrifices, so many dreams of the heart have been fulfilled. Ridendick’s mother, Rita Mitra, M A. in Bengali Literature, was an ardent lover of poetry and literature, and the supporter of big dreams, and an immortal martyr who passed away untimely. Her eternal rest: 21st January, 2026. Those stories are very dark and merciless, directed against this free-thinking, self-analytical, world-loving happy family.

The grandparents of Ridendick Mitro are Poet and columnist Chunilal Mitra (1899–1986) and Poetess Pramila Devi (Mitra), 1911–1985 , also his Father Dipak Ranjan Mitra a poet.

His grandfather and grandmother did not receive the right recognition or fame during their lifetimes. Grandfather’s writings were, in many ways, endangered by people with the wrong intentions. Some of them were preserved by Ridendick’s father. Those works are now appearing in various international collections—along with photos, biographies, and writings—wherever possible. In some places, his father’s writings are also included alongside them.

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