Rao Gopal Dev was a nineteenth-century revolutionary leader in Rewari, India, who had allied himself with his cousin, Rao Tula Ram, during the Indian Rebellion of 1857.
Now there is Rao Gopal Dev chowk is situated at Rewari, where Narnaul and Mahendergarh road are departed from the chowk and a statue of him have been built in his memory and inaugurated by the Haryana Chief Minister on 16 December 2008
Statue of Surdas, Salasar Balaji, Rajasthan, India
Surdas (Sant Kavi Surdas) was a 15th-century blind saint, poet and musician, known for his devotional songs dedicated to Lord Krishna.
Our eyes thirst for a vision of Hari;
They long to see the lotus-eyed one,
Grieving for him day and night.
Wearing a saffron tilak and pearl garland
And dwelling in Vrindavan,
He gave us his love, then cast us aside like a blade of grass,
Throwing a noose around our necks.
No one knows what is in another’s mind,
There is laughter in people’s hearts;
But Lord of Surdas, without a vision of you
we would give up our very lives.
Statue of Meera Bai, at Salasar Balaji, Rajasthan, India
Meerabai was a princess Hindu mystical and a devotee of Lord Krishna from Rajasthan. She was one of the most significant figures Sant of the Vaishnava bhakti movement. Some 1,300 pads commonly known as bhajans are attributed to her. In most of her poems she has described her unconditional love for her Lord. She has tried to give the message that Krishna bhakti is the best way to live life as it helps us forget our desires and this in turn helps us attain moksha (liberation).
With every breath I take, I chant the name of my beloved I know of my heart, and God knows of the heart of my beloved
This is my salutation and this is my prayer.
One lover was in the temple and another in the mosque but to me, immersed in the joy of love, both seemed same
Chanting on rosary, the name of Shyam [Lord Krishna], I become him. Note: A Hindu God sung and revered by the patrons of love.
I am worthless except that I surrender to the name of my beloved, all the time.
My beloved is not to be blamed, it is no fault of his I became infamous only because of talking to myself.
My beloved is the beautification of life And also the vermilion in my hair
When fallen in my beloved’s eyes What use is living?
On the garland of my breaths I have bejewelled my beloved’s name
The statue of RamKrishna at Salasar Balaji, Rajasthan, India
A born farmer does not leave off tilling the soil, though it may not rain for twelve consecutive years, while a merchant who has but lately taken himself to the plough is discouraged by one season of drought. The true believer is never discouraged, if even with his lifelong devotion he fails to see God.