An autobiography of Kodia.

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Bhini ray mati chadavi chakde, mune chakde khub ghumavyo re!

He sprinkled water and made a mold, cut the rope and cut it!

Like Sitaji, put in the fire, the embers are very hot,

Purified and came out, Ko'ke Kodiyu kahi apanavyo re!

Ko'k put a watt long, Ko'k filled with oil and flooded,

Ko'k Rupala haate mujne, unche gokh chadhavyo re!

The sun set, darkness fell, Ko'ke's mouth lit up,

Dark world does not go away, I Gokhalo ek ujalyo re!

Missing oil and waiting, my dreams have not come to an end,

Lakh lamps in one flame, know the essence of life!

-Dinesh O. Shah

This poem is like Kodia's autobiography. What can a Kodia's life be like? Read this poem and it will be understood automatically. As Diwali approaches, man also needs to be like Kodia. But it is not enough to have puzzles, one should also have oil, if there is oil and there is no fire, then the light cannot be awakened. If there is oil of understanding and fire of inner energy, then a clay pot called Kaya will automatically light up. The human body is called a raw clay hut. Rabindranath Tagore has given such a message through Kodia in one of his poems. In the evening, the setting sun says with regret, "Alas, who will light up this world after my passing?" Then somewhere in a corner a small puzzle is saying that I will spread as much light as the Lord can. Don't let the night be completely dark. A lot of the darkness of the world is automatically removed by the path of light as much as man can by himself. As Barkat Virani Befam said, the journey of life is only from home to the grave, life is as meaningful as the light spread in this journey.

In this poem, Kodiyu is telling his own autobiography. Kodia's journey is from a mound of clay to a gokha. But on the trip he sees a lot. The potter binds a lump of clay, grinds it, and shapes it. Then take off the wheel with a lot of maintenance. But not so much work. Kodia is yet to be heated in the furnace. Other than that, where will the maturity come from? Even man does not become strong until he burns in the fire of life. The poet here compares Kodia with Sitaji, just as Sita had to undergo the ordeal, so the earthen Kodia was purified by heating in the fire. Like a child, he was also named - Kodiyu. Someone put oil in this kodia and provided oil. Coke lit up the night by arranging it in the gokha. Kodia's real work begins as soon as the bus lights up.

Everyone knows that a small hut cannot enlighten the whole world, but a small hut can illuminate it, right? When we do big work, we have some fear in our mind that how will I do this work? Then remember the saying that no matter how long the journey is, it starts with a small step. On a dark night one dosa needed to go to another village. He took a lantern and started walking. Someone said, 'Grandpa, you can't get up in the middle of the night with this dim lantern. Its light is barely two feet wide. ' Dosa said, 'When I walk two steps, this light will automatically go as far as two steps. This way I will reach slowly. '

Even if the lantern is extinguished, our effort should not be extinguished. There can be no greater misfortune than to become a coward and shed light on one's dark life. In this poem Dinesh O. Shah has spoken nicely in the end, oil is missing, talk is wrong, dreams have not come to an end ... that is, even though the human body is worn out, desires do not end. Dinesh O. As well as being a poet, Shah is also a scientist. His poetry is a combination of science and poetry in science. That is why he has produced a beautiful poem comparing the technique of making a puzzle with human life. Man's life is also like Kodia's autobiography. Therefore, in this Diwali, I wish you to be a beacon in someone's dark life and shine a light .... Lord Buddha has said, Appo Dippo Bhava: That is, you become your lamp.

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You are the lamp of your heart! O Ray! O Ray! O brother!

Rakhe kadi tu uchina leto parka tej ne chhaya,

A ray will be lost and the shadows will fly away!

O Ray! O re o brother!

Kodiyu thy raw clay, oil castor hidden,

The small rope will not be touched.

O Ray! O re o brother!

Abha's sun, moon and stars, big big bright,

The star of self is a shining lamp, you are all strangers!

O Ray! O re o brother! You.

- Bhogilal Gandhi 'Upavasi'