Friends, where have we met?

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Friends, where have we met?

Then today's moment is farewell

What does that mean?

Thus the setting of the sun

The flowering of the flower

The dew blows away

These are called post-arrival actions.

But the sky will never go down to the setting of the sun

Weeds never fly in the mist

Expressed melancholy?

Because they have met even once

Where does it ever fall apart!

So today's moment is farewell

That is to say,

Where have we met!

The seeds of goodbye are sown at the very first moment of meeting

So melancholy is not farewell,

The sadness is that we have not met.

And only if we meet

So where is the moment of parting between us!

Because farewell is the culmination of Milan

Hence the one-time meet

He never says goodbye, never does, friends!

- Dhiru Parikh

In Corona's time we lost many writers, one of them being Dhiru Parikh. The creator, who kept the Budhasabha mehfil full of poetry for years, also kept literary magazines like 'Kumar' and 'Kavilok' alive by irrigating them with the water of his labor. There is no denying that Budhasabha has suffered a great loss since his departure. Budhasabha, which has been going on for almost 3 years, can be called a big event in world literature. It is not known in any language of the world that such a gathering of poetry has been going on uninterruptedly for so many years. From this meeting many great creators like Umashankar Joshi, Sundaram, Rajendra Shah, Niranjan Bhagat have been prepared.

Dhirubhai maintained this caddy made by Bachubhai Rawat with full fitness. Being a poet-writer himself, he knew the truth of creation. Extensive reading of world literature gave his understanding as brightness as the sun. He could discuss literature with fidelity and policy. He said goodbye to us, but can he say goodbye? Seeing his above poem, his farewell cannot be called farewell.

To break up together, or to be separated from one's relatives forever after the breath has been broken, all these phenomena are parting according to common sense. But poet Dhiru Parikh does not consider such incidents as a farewell event. And such occasions do not even mourn. The arguments he makes in the above poem are effective. The sun sets because it rises, the flower blooms because it blooms. The dew blows on the grass and blows away. All this action is after arrival. These events are not avoidable. The seed of parting is sown with Milan. But that farewell should not be mournful.

The sky never mourns the setting of the sun. The sadness of the branch flower does not take away the sadness. Where do the leaves express sadness when the dew blows away? If you want to grieve, you must not say goodbye, but never meet. With the moment of meeting, the moment of departure is also born. Farewell is the culmination of Milan. What is found once is never said goodbye. It is forever engraved with the letter of memories in the inscription of the heart.

Let's logout with another poem by Dhiru Parikh.

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Half-open somewhere this morning

The parrot sat small

G ૨ n gh-mobhare.

Achho evo ek tahuko kitho,

The whole forest was exposed!

Batakelunye nevenvu

Turned into a leaf,

Shiloh from the twigs of the twigs

The key slipped,

Rice flowers bloomed

Brick on brick,

The fruit of zero is swinging

The parrot's nest peaked,

Why moonlight butterflies

Flowers, flowers, flew!

If in an instant

Under the thickets of the forest,

Parrots sitting in a small house!

- Dhiru Parikh