Maybe I won't be tomorrow.

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Maybe i won't be tomorrow

If the sun rises tomorrow, say so

In my widened eye

One tear is left to dry.

Tomorrow if the wind y say that

The ripe fruit of a girl's stolen smile in adolescence

There is still a lot to be done from my branch.

If the sea overflows tomorrow, say,

Rocked in my heart

Time is left to crush God.

If the moon rises tomorrow, say so

To escape by filling it with numbers

A fish is still floating.

If a fire breaks out tomorrow, say,

My desolate shadow leopard

Still to be lit.

- Suresh Joshi

Su Resh Joshi is a turning point in the postmodern era. His poetic style is distinguished and prose is equally juicy. His essays like 'Rose three-line haiku' are just like prose poetry. The presentation of his story is absurd. Moreover, the collection of stories 'Gruh Pravesh' makes a unique impression in the Gujarati story world. Today is the creator's birthday. Let's talk about one of his most famous poems.

We are there writing a will before death. Maybe if I am not there tomorrow, so much of my wealth will be given to him, so much wealth will be given to him, so-and-so will get so-and-so .... such a provision is made in the will. But this is the creator-poet! What could be in their possession except the legacy of words? Often also called incomplete longings before death. The dying man keeps saying that if I go, do so much behind me. In Victor Hugo's great novel La Misબલrable, Marius's father writes a letter at the time of his death asking him to serve a man named Tennodier, to help him as much as possible. The same Thenadier is in the maneuver to seduce and rob Marius's girlfriend. Helping a girlfriend or a father's last wish? Very nice contrast.

A man longs for certain longings before he dies. The poet has said the same thing here. He did not say whether he would do so. It just represents that there is so much left. He says maybe tomorrow I won't. There is a saying in China that death means moving from one house to another. The poet knows that very well. They know it won't be tomorrow. So, like Vasiyanama, he has put his mind to it.

Look at the poet's words, he says, say tomorrow if the sun rises ... say tomorrow if the wind y .... say tomorrow if the sea overflows .... say tomorrow if the moon rises .... tomorrow If the fire burns, say ... it happens to us, alas! Isn't the sun going to rise tomorrow? Turn off the wind a little? The sea is also about to burst tomorrow! If the moon does not rise, where will it go? Agni pan petashe j ne! Then why does the poet say so? This will be all, his work will continue, but then there will be no poet. So it will not be possible for him in spite of all this. Ghalib's share is-

Na tha kuch to khuda tha, kuch na hota to khuda hota,

Where would I be if I hadn't drowned?

Tomorrow will not be a poet. So all this will not be for him. That's why he expresses his thoughts that maybe I won't be there tomorrow, but there's still so much left to connect with me. It is to dry the tears in the half-closed eye, to spoil the ripe fruit of the teenage girl's smile. The blackness that has become a rock in the heart is about to crush God. The figure of the moon is towards the fish to escape. The cheetah of the desolate shadow is yet to be lit. And how are these things, like a poet.

Let's log out with two other beautiful paintings by Suresh Joshi.

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Sun:

Tired midday sun

Through the burdens of radiance

Jui's bud on the shoulder

Leaning head babies fell.

- Suresh Joshi