The man who will walk, catch and like is rich ...

That is our great honor,

That God is our host.

Will go as it came,

This time the guest is two hours.

What if there is no wealth?

Good behavior is a kind of charity.

Can say 'chalshe' to 'favshe',

The same man I mind is rich.

Disgust, envy, disgrace, hatred,

Other than this, I have meditation in all.

See you someday

This creature of ours is majestic.

What else is in the shadow of 'Ba',

Basil has a green leaf.

- Dinesh Kanani

There is no shortage of quotes, good thoughts, in G One. And so the whole life can be changed if you come alive. The poet also indirectly distributes the light of life through his poetry. In Saurashtra, there are a lot of duhas and bhajans telling the Lord to forget about coming home. What if God is our host? Either the devotee or the poet can think. When it comes to suffering inside life, we always say that this time is not gone. Grief seems to have a long way to go. But in fact, every hour is made up of 30 minutes. Each night is only 12 hours long and the day is also 12 hours long. Just as the time of happiness has come and gone in our life, the time of sorrow has also come and gone. There is never a time in one's life.

Wealth is not everything in life. If there is no money then there is nothing but you can be helpful even without giving money to anyone. Can donate. Your fellowship, your good behavior is a kind of gift in life. Often people fail to treat a man well. The stronger the insistence, prejudice, prejudice, stubbornness in life, the more miserable we become. But if we adopt the mantra of walking, walking and feeling, then happiness is happiness in life. We can be happier than the rich. Jealousy in life, hatred, humiliating someone, all these prices go away when you wear saffron clothes or not, your life is like a monk. The one whose life is simple is called a monk.

Dinesh Kanani is very devoted to the field of poetry. Nijanand publishes the magazine. Living with respect for the poet and the poems, this poet has an inner ladder. And that's what you can say if you look inside one day. Ours is this majestic. The creature is rich. God has given us life and made us see the splendor of this world.

I have especially noticed that even though poems are written about loved ones, ghazals are about conversations with loved ones, but the place of the mother in everyone's life is invaluable. Very good shares are written in Gujarati ghazal for a simple mother. The patient's share is remembered. When life is miserable, when something goes wrong, no one remembers their beloved. Remembers his mother. O ba! Oh my gosh! The same exclamation goes out of the lips. The patient should share

This is the ultimate extent of the pain of love,

I remembered my loving mother.

Here, too, the last stock has been talked about. There is nothing else in Bani Chhabdi or Bani Dabadi except a leaf of Tulsi. How beautifully the words of devotion, love and straightforward life are told in a single word.

You can live life only if you know how to give to someone. We ask a lot when we have to ask but our hand shrinks when we have to give. Our stingy nature is also responsible for our short life span. At one time all lived over a hundred years. Because everyone was taking deep breaths and taking deep breaths. Today we can take deep breaths but we cannot exhale so deep. We are not as generous to breathe as we are generous to breathe. I remember this instinctively right now because ghazals are just beginning so that I can donate with two loose hands. And soon I can sheathe the next line or my sorrows. In fact, we hide our wealth and tell our sorrows to go away. The art of living is to embrace our sorrows and manifest generosity.

You can go back home in the evening so go away. The birds fly away to nest but reach their nests in time in the evening. We are not the only ones to earn money. We do not reach our family on time or we do not live on time.

Those who meditate say that if you live in every moment, you will be able to meditate if it flows like a river. The meditator does not live in the past, does not live in the future. He lives in the present and the present. Life can be changed if one lives in one moment. Another ghazal of Dinesh talking like this is needed.

Donations come with both hands,

The sorrows come from the sheath.

I return home in the evening,

So much more than flying.

I flow like a river day and night,

In the same way meditation comes.

So I don't count the leaves,

Comes from respecting the tree.

That's all there is to it.

Life is better than majestic.