Reader's article.

Women

How helpless is a woman,

No one can decorate

Anne's story of life.

He talks a lot even while remaining silent

Anne's eyes

Shows the torment of a conflicted life

Her breaths

Taking many forms

He lives in this world

Mother, sister, wife,

And flows to become a daughter

Sarita of love is in the world

Worries everyone

There is no feeling in anyone's heart for that

'Nari Tu Narayani is written

Only in the books of the world

Only her beauty is worshiped,

No one sees the depth of its qualities

This world is from women,

No one will deny this truth,

I salute you,

The gates of heaven are under your feet.

- Fizza m. RCwala:

(Mumbai)

Could not understand

Did you hint,

But I did not understand.

Pass was so much that,

I couldn't be different.

I tried so hard to settle you,

I could not fight against God

Sorry about that

No one could be "beautiful".

- Chauhan Jignosh Kumar (Viramgam)

Don't panic

Thus bind in bondage

Don't panic

Don't come like rain

Don't come in my absence

Don't run like a mirage

Show no moon in the palm

Don't bother to say I'm coming

Don't get carried away.

Do not dip by showing the edge

Don't fall into the trap of the mahalla

Thus do not bind in bondage

- Prafulla R. Shah: (Kandivali-Mumbai)

Jalta hai jigar

There is no smoke

Feel

Who's here ours

Burns the liver

Where there was barely

Give us a little relief from the pain

Who comes and presses the sad vein

Who bothers the good heart

Wakes up at night

Who opened and closed the book

Turn the page

Who remembers the forgotten

Jumping to bed, he was barely asleep

Who awakens the sidewalk heart

No one can answer our question

Who's here without that

Harass us

- Manilal

True love

It is the same

A sign of true love

Khile amara bage- dilman sumanne

The scent does not come from its body

Ne haiyu bharai jay amaru ne

Tears come from her eyes!

- Manilal d. Rughami: (Ranavav)

Late evening wires

Late evening wires

Sing the song- Tara

Mhenki woke up like a flower

Limb limb my

Your memory shone brightly

Paniyare ne tulsikyare

At the golden door,

The lamp of my hope!

The mirror shone brightly

Seeing my makeup!

I am the queen of the kitchen

Singing stars ....

Late evening wires

Singing stars .....

- Prafulla R. Shah

(Mumbai)

In the cemetery

Whether man flies in the sky or in the abyss

After all, everyone has to go to the cemetery

I ended my life in yours

Everything has to be left in the graveyard

Gaadi Wadi Bungalow, then Diwali will happen

In Holi you will be burnt alone in the cemetery

Have a friend-enemy-family relationship

Burnt in the cemetery at the end of time

The fragrance of good deeds spreads all around

The name is Amar Kaya Balshe in the cemetery

Someone will understand seeing you burning

This life is priceless

Will burn in the cemetery

It's time to dump her and move on

People will remember you will burn in the cemetery

- Bhagubhai Bhimda: (Bharuch)

Know

In the dream world

Have a habit of staying

In fact if desired

Getting is faith

I don't care what people say about me

Realize how i am

Others do not know

Intentions are fulfilled by flattery

Meaning hurts an innocent heart

Thoughtful love succeeds

The love of a true heart deserves laughter

If the sacrament on the opposite side, there we sanskrit,

Just, where there is misconduct, we are mischievous.

Let the color be according to the character of the water,

Even if the whole world understands the stone heart.

- The future m. Patel: (Unai)

My hometown

Hai mera watan meri jamin

Looks like a lovely village

I played jis gali gali

Khushbu basi hai mitti ki

Sometimes a cold wind blows

Maa Ki Mamta Ki Lori

Burning incense

Jism aula har mausam mein

When the hammock swings under the tree

Kuhu kuhu boli koyal

Badal pe shay kali ghata

Nach utha man ka mor

Ye hawao mein laharate khet

Marat ki lahenr marat lage

The sinking sun looks lovely

Raton ko chand chakor

How happy I am

Good luck if the pie

Thank you all

If Tanu gave birth to me

- Ramji Govind: (Mumbai)

The edge seems far away

Not nightmares not hope,

No aspirations

Although I stand up,

The edge seems far away.

Not a monk

Not even worldly.

Yet in the world ocean

Sounds like an incomplete lesson.

Not ugly or holes.

No I'm raw in love

Yet in the cult of love

There are always thorns.

Not sinful not wicked.

No I am selfish

Yet the flowers of selflessness

It always burns the heart

No pain no pain,

Not broken stars

Yet the essence of a life of absurdity

Hits the ear

- Vasantbhai Rajguru: (Ahmedabad)

Man should not want

No fruit trees from the forest

Wood not shade from trees

Stone not medicine from the mountain

No sand from the river

Minerals not cultivated from land

Flowers will not adorn the garden

Scents beauty not roses

Milk not worshiped from cows

Love is not jealousy

Don't take debt by hand

Hate not love from the heart

The wind will not breathe

Man wants forever

Then happiness peace

The man who finds comfort.

- Mukesh b. Mehta:

(Bamania-Surat)