A poem composed by Avash.

- Distance - Raksha Shukla

Latabhan became active in the field of literature after a decade and a half of her life, but you have to think about asking her age because she will immediately tell you with amazement in her eyes.

'I don't know

Never seen it

A rainbow wrapped around me?

(Zarmar-2)

And the fun comes when the poet in the mood to give something sends the abyss, the sea, the wings to God and in return God is just silent. And the poet's mood escapes.

I send you a stream

You are silent in response

I will send you to the sea

You are silent in response

Send me a bird

You are silent in response

I send you the whole abh

You are silent in response

Go, a lot has happened now

I flow in silence

You are my abode, the wing of the sea

Send back

'Go, it's over now

I flow in silence

You are my abyss, the sea, the wing

Send it back

(Zarmar-2)

His intimacy with God resonates in his resurgent Arab collection. This poetess, who seems to be Ju, is also a grandfather to nature. Forbidding the flow of the spring, let it dry in a fist, then let the waterless river flow (Zalzaliyan-13). They know how to lengthen the thorns of time and flatten the east and the west.

Lata Hirani's second collection of poetry is 'Zarmard'

The golden sunshine in the veins and the touch of the petals in the glowing skin give the sitting yellow leaf the luxury of green dreaming. Numerous butterflies burst open as the envelope opened, shattering the sky of one's breath. The poet also sometimes complains against God that

'I stand up with a little sunshine

The shadow was completely lost

(Zarmar-2)

Lata Hirani's poems free from the accusation of being more self-centered or negative are also found in both the collections of her being towards God of empathy and also the nod of life. Demonstrating the pitifulness of her life, she says that since childhood, four-cornered flowers have been planted around her in the name of sugar, sugarcane and dates. He has to choose between a piercing needle and a piercing needle. There is no third option. In another composition, he says to a man, 'You make me fearless with your powerful hand, sometimes you even lift me on the shoulder, but where is your other hand? Saying this, she asks for a two-handed imprisonment from the man. The warmth found in a man's armpits is the force of life. It was forgotten that even a little could be taken out of the conventional structure of a society which had been mired in the deep pit of customs and limitations for centuries. She herself is an independent entity, she forgot that she is a man. But later the rainbow colors fill the eye, the poet's heroine turns away from the valley with the awareness that she herself can climb the skyscrapers. The male plants it first. The first leaf also turns green. Later, he cuts off the leaves, breaks off the branches, and cuts off the roots. Does he want to make a bonsai tree?

His heart is pounding with the nod of life. The inner capital is still the same as yesterday's dawn so that tomorrow will shine like the sun. The poet prays to God to recite the Gita of love between the Mahabharata of relationships to take care of the chariot of life when the time is gone. Now the poet considers the ups and downs of time as a blessing from God.

If a flag is hoisted or a flag is hoisted, new meanings are revealed. The words run and Tejalisota strains. The flame of the poet's life is floating on the path of life. Here the poet's lightness touches. No happiness after death consumes them. Therefore, Lata Hirani obviously wants to experience the tears, appreciation, time, memory of a loved one. After death, everything is meaningless. There are also instinctive feelings in the poet. Wrapping tired moments in the plush of the beloved character's khoba parijat, wearing a green sari at the request of a loved one are moments of happiness for him. A little sunshine given to a loved one, a little smile, a few songs, the poet beats as he is in a fist. The poet's voiceless tahukas sing in mountains, springs and forests. A calm lake has risen. And now the sound of Anhad resounds between the earth and the abyss. Lata Hirani does not write great sermons. There is a clang of sensations living in his achhandas. Also, there is no love affair with love stories here.

The poet, who has reached an unfamiliar land, is frightened at first, but then he catches sight of his crushed moments, clinging to the trees and mountains, and lengthening the clock hand, the fearless Lata Hirani leveles east and west. The poet, who is tired of dealing with unpleasant transactions like hospital, birth, death, object or marriage, says indignantly that in such transactions

'Go, go, go,

Give me some time

Jawanod to me

(Zarmar-2)

Breaking the stinking moments, some faces of the world are exposed, the poet dies and there again the remnants of silence strike. But he has the same hammer in his hand again. Here Manoj Khanderia comes to mind instinctively.

Say all this reflection

Let me erase it now,

If I sit to break the mirror

It takes years. '

The poet is strongly opposed to the law of nature that separation after reunion. Leaves from the tree, baby from the womb, life is released from the body .... then why is something stuck somewhere inside. Answer ??? ... but everyone is standing by asking that question.

'Dile barbs nikla nahi abatak koi,

There is no one who knocks on the door. '

Time is not a panacea. What goes away destroys a piece of a living man's life forever. Then a man lives with a broken life.

Lata Hirani's intoxication was evident in the very first poem of her poetic journey.

'I want a blank piece of paper

And my place in it

I decide my direction

Lines lead no road

That is acceptable to me as a child

Moving my words as someone says

Just as much to take me down or up

I do not approve. '

(Zarmar-2)

Lataben is not allowed to be bound in any fixed structure. A single man is unique. What a straight line God has made mountains, peaks, springs, swimming! This statement of Lata Hirani draws super attention in her poetry. The instinctive quotes of his feelings are in his prose poems. He doesn't like to be tied to a song or a ghazal. But as an exception, seeing his song 'Zarmardama', it seems that if Lataben writes a song, the audience will undoubtedly find rhythmic songs. Meera, who is writing a letter to Radha in a friendly manner, is eager to meet him. Meera and Radha are very happy. Meera calls Radha to be with her and to chew with Krishna's memento and thus to alleviate the pain of her burning Haiyan.

The rare satire seems to be contrary to the nature of the poet. There is only love with a light knock. At least one of the many reasons to love Ekmak to capture the passing life suggests to the poet dear to keep it fresh and warm. If not instinctive then try so that the truth of loving each other does not lie. In one of my favorite achhandas, Lataben's imagination has come to fruition. Here he speaks of the desolation created by the extreme comma and the thorny full stop of a relationship. This comma and full stop scratch everything inside the man.

'How many moments

Bloody every day

The pillow was done

The head does not move from below

A sea of ​​tears

Even if it foams

Backfires

To crush it

Such a jazumya on the creature

Also this comma and full stop

Like an immortal, indestructible soul

Even if someone changes the body. '

(Zarmar-18)

The size of Lata Hirani's Achhandas is not very long and that is why its meaning is imposed on the devotee without extending the eye. It does not confuse. Sometimes the poet's wonderful care in the form of beautiful particles has become more glorious and impressive. ‘The monoimage of the moments in Zarmard is beautiful. Look at one of these. In which the ending rhyme of 'vowel' and 'syllable' is revealed in a moment, spreading and fragrant.

'All the lamps lit in the moment

Ranke tone in the moment

Opens in the moment, spreads in the moment

Scent take letter '

(Drizzle - Moment-2)

('Zarmar) (anthology), Lata Hirani,

Q.A. 2012, Praveen Prakashan)