They have gone by giving the precious property of love ...

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It has spread to all my veins,

What a fun place to set up!

How can I say that the curse is gone!

Eternal pain is gone by giving remembrance.

What a pity if the whole trip didn't go together!

Sangath has gone a short distance.

Sure not to forget the sip,

They have gone after drinking sweet tea.

How do I get rid of this?

They have gone by giving the precious property of love.

- Rajesh Hingu

Jin dagi bagbagh thi uthi hoy. The flowers of love have blossomed in sixteen arts. Every breath is muffled. The colorful dreams in the eye are like a bird's nest. Their tahukas are rejuvenating the twigs of the eyes. It looks like a sack that encloses with a drawstring. If the bud gets a sweet warmth of emotion. It just so happens that this is heaven. And the paradise of love is subject to the beloved, isn't it? Suppose for some reason the face of the creator of this paradise suddenly disappears before the eyes, without which life is not possible, a person disappears from life, what if the eye is suddenly plunged into darkness?

Then, wrapped in a black maelstrom of sadness, there are attempts to find memories with a loved one in the setting evening sun. There are plans to cover life under a blanket of loneliness and imprison it in a trance. In the absence of a loved one, life suffers the pain of being pushed into a pit. If this pain is unbearable, there are no two opinions. But it also gives a lot to the person you like. The jewels of the life lived with him survive after his departure. These jewels are very expensive. This wealth is not to be ignored. This wealth is to be absorbed in the mind.

If you look for joy instead of pain from the days gone by, then the life lived with a loved one in Ruggerg, will feel like a fountain flowing in the blood. Poet Rajesh Hingu has said something similar in this ghazal. Ghazals have the pain of losing a loved one, but also the joy of being in pain. Because even if the loved one is gone, the precious ones are gone.

Favorite character is gone, in a way that person is not gone. It has a constant presence. She has given away the precious property of love. The loved one is gone, but has pervaded every vein and established its place there. In which now a unique temple of love has been formed. His departure is like meeting the pain of remembrance. But this pain is not a curse. There is also exhilaration.

In it, the lamp of faith is flickering. Such a belief that even if it could not stay with life. The short distance could be cut by mixing the steps with the steps. Breathed in with a few breaths. Walking together is also an expensive legacy. The poet has taken the symbol of sipping tea nicely.

The loved one has gone to drink the sweet sweet tea of ​​romance. And this sip of tea is going to stay in a person's heart for a lifetime. All of this is not a pain, but a pleasure. That is why the poet says that the one who goes is on me. He has given away all these precious possessions of love.

Let's logout with a loving ghazal like Rajesh Hingu's love property.

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I'm in pain,

That is why I have lived.

'You' were just a 'dream',

I'm awake now.

The feet are still on the ground,

I am overwhelmed.

Even if you don't show up,

I have read the suffering.

So much fun

I have tasted love.