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Flowers of appreciation

To your delicate naysayers

To your soft lips

Looking at your amazing beauty ...

To your pink cheeks

Your dim smile

Seeing your affectionate nature

I've been mad, so to you

Everyone tells me,

I've got stuff.

Satish Bhurani

(Naranpura, Ahmedabad)

Effect

Someone is glaring at him,

Take a look at why,

Where face acne is needed,

With a slight nod,

It is difficult to decide from the heart,

What is the point of view,

What is your name in the desert,

From the water to the aroma of water. '

In the empty rays, a wandering witness,

Where to hide the astonishing sight,

That dress looks ugly,

As if I wanted to look,

Whose shame is, in a blink,

Who looked at it with bad eyes,

Not open to talk, but,

Somewhere in the eye of the beholder,

The question is, what effect is the "silent" on the lips,

Where is the answer?

Mahesh Agha's "Impact"

(New Thorala, Rajkot)

Unlocks nature

Beneath the gloomy shade of the garden

See I am sitting,

Enjoying nature ...

I am alone in the garden

See was with me.

Tweet

And floating

The pain of the leaves ...

Occasionally coming

Cold wind,

And blend in with

The sweet aroma of floral ...

If you look at the other side

Riverside

And with the fishes

Heron's Head ...

In serene rivers

Pearl knitting,

And blooming in the mud

Playful lotus flowers ...

Nature's "Naresh" always sits,

No "in" your own wallet

Got it wrong ...

Naresh Damodara (Amreli (Luniadhar))

Jam

Dark misty looking brown eyes,

Jam misty looking brown eyes.

Listen to the simple wet wet now,

The name's misty looking brown eyes.

The surroundings are simple,

Village misty looking brown eyes.

Gather the shade and make me home,

Brown eyes looking at work flaws.

Knowing that I am at home or in a home,

In the brown eye, looking at the mistake.

Arrow haye hard at noon,

Ram looked at the misty brown eye.

"Sakhi" Darshita Babubhai Shah

(Ahmedabad)

AV

Hate, hate hate,

Don't cheer, the cheerleader loses.

Why keep the eye open?

Do not crawl, skip the shit.

If there is a story of death,

Do not consult, the matter is broken.

You create scams in the name of love, this' -

Do not hesitate, the hitch is sore.

You have come face to face with such silver,

Don't worry

Mushrooms are cut.

Enjoy

In the waiting festival mind,

Don't move,

Pick the measles

To go

Vinodchandra Boricha

(Mumbai)

"Thoughts of Thoughts"

"Even though the breath moves differently, my,

The rhythmic beat of the heart sounds!

Nine of them are different from yours,

The dreams in the nines are the same,

Growing up is my age!

No matter how different the star-my,

The tone of the sound is the same

Sounds to whom you-my ...!

No matter how many stars you have,

It runs the same way

The floor is like yours ... my!

The pain is different from yours,

A similar tear of a patient

Flows forever — yours!

Thoughts are different from yours, my,

These thoughts are equally consistent,

Sawan flows 'Tara-my ...!'

Bhalchandra Prajapati 'Saavan'

Hadad (Ambaji)

Even today ...

Seeing you for the first time

Remember that moment today,

That was what the heart did

That confession is still there today.

In a whirlpool of thoughts you constantly flow,

In my heart your name

The fan is still there today.

No leisure available from your ideas,

In my figured temple

Your image remains today.

Not just containing someone else's dreams,

In my dishonest eyes

Such mischief is still there today.

Repeat, if you wish,

Then allow the heart to break

You still have it today.

What if I am not near you,

I realize I'm with you

Is still alive today.

Dear k Limbachia

(Patan, North Gujarat)

Mary Jan

Kabhi shola kabhi shabnam

Bum ho tum mere humdum

Kabhi Ruswa Kabhi Shikwa

Saatte ho mari jan tum

I am on Naz tha tum

Did you do madness

Sanam tum ek hi hi mere

Thousands of gum deposits

Tell me where to go

Chhupe hai aankhome afsa

Sanam ek tere hi khatir

So aye hai jamanane me

Kabhi shola kabhi shabnam ...

Ramji Govind Kundia

(Vidyavihar, Mumbai)

Message

Wired Wio

Message fetched

Hey my

Where are you hiding

On a windy fall

Sitting on the bank of the river

Looked at the water there

Star shadow

The mind was upset

Look back

Pal you me

Didn't appear anywhere

The picture is not static

In the veil of Thy love

That accusation rally

I'll come meet you

Wet eyes

Dim dreams

Will not come again

In your color castle.

Ramji Govind Kundia

(Vidyavihar, Mumbai)

Remember

If you say 'you', then you will

It 's taken over, then taken.

Although the sea is salty,

If he gave water, he gave it.

Count at the fingertips,

If counting errors, give.

Fakir is not a saffron,

If anything, with eyes, drank.

Radha knows to be free from memories,

If Mathura left, gave up.

'Pepper' Mahendra Chawda

(Ahmedabad)

Feeling sad

One feels breathless in the breath,

Someone seems to meet me.

Without love, everything seems heavy,

That wish seems pretty empty.

Without water, the lake looks useless,

The living looks like a whole desert.

Memories seem to be in love over time,

That is why the eyes feel shiny.

If you write this sounds okay,

The natives would otherwise feel the burden of the pen.

Rajesh Baraiya is a 'dweller'

(Bora, Bhavnagar)

Have to go

Not going to stay

No one has done what is not supposed to happen ...

Remembering things to go,

Forget about getting older ...

Playing games in archery,

Dancing with a dumbass ...

Of aging over time,

The opportunity has come to marry ...

Flutter

The arrival of a new Maya at home ...

Having two eyes with four eyes,

Then mother-in-law Vahoo's quarrel ...

Cracks in the freshness,

Now it's time to separate ...

Forgetting Parents' Benefits,

This is how weird ...

This is how weird,

Don't miss the last chance ...

The aroma of goodness is everlasting,

Yup, the glory lives on forever ...

Now to really go,

Need to know ...

Bhagubhai Bhimada

(Bharuch)