The finger came out of the water and the place was filled!

- Internet Poetry - Anil Chawda

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My personality was forgotten behind me like that,

The finger came out of the water and filled the place.

I was overjoyed to hear of his arrival.

The moon did not rise and the moon spread.

Cold in pain, burning in comfort, smile in tears,

As love rose, the spirit changed.

I was so embarrassed to meet him,

Kaja herself was shocked to see my wear and tear.

In fact bereavement is also a type of death,

Even in the face of death, life was saved.

Muj saw this world in the form of 'Ojas',

Everyone stumbled upon it.

- Ojas Palanpuri

We call a diver the one who removes a pearl by dipping it in the deep water of the seal and going to the bottom of it. The word 'diver' includes both 'mar' and 'jivo'. The diver dives into the ocean and goes to the bottom, but it is not possible to find pearls in every dive. Poetry is like a diver. Pepper also has to live in poetry. The poet dives into the ocean of thoughts, but there is no guarantee that the dive will be successful. After hitting hundreds of dips, the diver barely finds the true pearl. The same is true of poetry. But this one pearl is so shiny that the name of the poet is always shining in its light. The same can be said about the poet Ojas Palanpuri. Most people know Ojas Palanpuri by a single share,

My personality was forgotten behind me like that,

The finger came out of the water and filled the place.

What a wonderful thing! An in-depth presentation in simple language ... is the only sign of an excellent poem. Ease and depth! What is the value of a man's personality? An essayist writes a large book to do the same thing, a novelist can create a great book. How long does a human being exist, for how long? Dip finger in water and drain. Is there a place where you put your finger? The situation has been restored there. The water was theirs and it is gone. We have the feeling that I will be dominant even after I leave. My location will remain intact. How stupid we are!

Many people spend their whole lives making a mirror of their identity. But a mirror only exists until it collides with a stone. The life of glass will one day explode by colliding with a stone called death! The mail of death is going to rise all one day. Whatever the new vehicle, why not the most expensive iPhone. It gets worn out day by day, put on as many tuffs as you like, put on the best cover. But it does not live without wear and tear. The body is not the ultimate truth, it will just stagnate and wear out for a certain age. Death is with you every moment, all around you, alas! Is within you. Your death is born with your birth. Harry Porter is shown in the movie 'Vampire'. This 'vampire' man sucks all the happiness, good memories and whatever pleasure he has. Death sucks a little bit of life out of us every day.

All the shares of this ghazal are good. But the first share has become the identity of Ojas Palanpuri. It’s not that he didn’t write other poems. Has written, but this share has proved to be a Kohinoor for him. There is no doubt that the list of selected Gujarati language stocks will be engraved like this inscription. Today is the poet's birthday. Born on July 6, 19, she passed away at the age of 21 in 19. The energy he has instilled in Gujarati poetry in his short life is to remain forever. Let us pay homage to him through his other ghazals.

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Biji to koi rite na bhunsay chandni,

Moon washed with a few drops of dew.

Don't dream if you drink alcohol,

If you wake up thirsty, drink moonlight.

The same thing happens when you are in front of the eye,

Khilyo ho chandrama ne na dekhay chandni.

The light of remembrance stings me,

Moonlight added to it from above.

Who holds 'Ojas' above this mirror sky,

The light of day becomes the moon at night.

- Ojas Palanpuri