Ladakvaya Veera, Tara Ram Rakhopa Kare

- Internet Poetry - Anil Chawda

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The drizzle of dew on your path in the summer,

Ladakvaya Veera, Tara Ram Rakhopa Kare.

The ashes are intertwined with Harkhe, I am my happiness,

Even in dreams, Tara Hai will not be bruised.

Hussein Khushi's Hillola Ho Har Pal Tara Ghare.

Ladakvaya Veera, Tara Ram Rakhopa Kare.

No disease around your home,

Fifty-six victims forever,

No one returns from your yard.

Ladakvaya Veera, Tara Ram Rakhopa Kare.

Sweat glistening before you purify,

Abhre bharje tara gharma evi tu samrudhi,

May Shubhalakshmiji always sit in your house

Ladakvaya Veera, Tara Ram Rakhopa Kare.

- Kishore Barot

B hen learns to live seconds from childhood. If anything happens in the house, the sister seems to follow the unexplained rule that the first part belongs to the brother. From games to toys, from snacks to clothes, from social gatherings to family events, everywhere a sister learns to put herself in second place. To a large extent our mentality is responsible for this, and to a large extent the love of a sister for a brother! In many families, if there is anything, it is not 'brother first', both have an equal share in it. While in some families the sister's share is first. Why one less than the other?

We celebrate the love of brothers and sisters there. The sister ties the ashes with the brother's hand. This gray is a symbol, not to protect the brother by emitting magical rays from it! But yes, the sister has attributed her love to the gray thread tied on her brother's wrist. It depicts the sister's faith in her brother. There is a hidden magical energy in that faith. When we go to the temple, we consider the urine in the temple as God. We all know that Mut is not God. At one time this pee was a stone. An artisan has given it a Kandari specific shape. Even though we know this truth from the inside, we give the status of God to Mut. Why Because we put our faith in it. People walk from far and wide to temples like Dakor, Somnath, Chotila. Muslims are going to see mosques and dargahs. What is the reason Because their faith is planted there. That faith is God. The rest are things, places, places.

The same is true of sibling love. The sister pours the energy of her love into the ashes tied to her brother's wrist. At that time not only a simple string is tied by hand, the feeling arising from the sister's haiya is intertwined. Perhaps, the poet Kishore Barot has composed this poem out of such a feeling of holy love. In difficult times of life, the brother is always protected, the spirit of God protecting him is released from that thread. Rakhdi has the happiness of a sister, the hope of a brother's dreams to be revived, the feeling of good health of his body and mind. Seeing the happiness of the brother, the sister's eyebrows are raised.

On the other hand, many brothers have spent so much money on their sister for the property that the hand that tied the ashes to her hand has been torn to shreds. Even a brother can't get an eyebrow with a sister who makes ashes. Shake your head in shame. While talking about the love of brothers and sisters in Rakshabandhan, we should also keep an eye on the bitterness prevailing in the society. Seeing such bitterness, at least we must learn what not to do! If this happens anywhere, and if it can be prevented by us, then it is also right to stop it. Only then will the light of the hand-tied ashes reach Haiya.

When the sister ties the ashes on the brother's wrist and longs for his protection, the brother should also see that the eye of the sister who tied the ashes does not get wet.

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Ashes on my wrists tied for my protection,

O God! Don't let it get wet.

Like father trunk, mother twig, I am Pan.

Sister, you are a delicate flower petal!

Kok di chashma bani dunia batavi behan te!

If thorns come in the way, you become a wheel.

To remove the wear and tear on the house, you

Mani as well as keeping the barrier forever.

Aaj raksha bandhne aa haiyu ubharai gayu,

A bundle of tears from the eyes!

- Anil Chawda