Reader's article.

Even if the world

The addict behind the form,

I'm a fan of simplicity.

Hanging and twisting, even moving

Beauties around,

I am fascinated by your simplicity.

Even if the world is captivated

On the beauty of the body,

I am your inner beauty

I'm a fan.

To live life with you

I am ready,

Your answer is 'yes'

Eager to hear

'What do you think?'

Sharda Arvind Kotak:

(Mulund, Mumbai)

Today's child

Today's child Anera lives with enthusiasm

Mother Vasalya lives by raising love

Today's child is very intelligent

Cool in a favorite setting

Live life

To pamper today's child

The spirit is unique

The child is a form of God

Today's child's mobile

The hobby is very elegant and

Pretty fun

Playing with toys

A good car for today's child

He likes to ride a bike

Baby chirping

Looks beautiful

Today's child learns to speak

That's when the parrot sounds good

Lives with the exuberance of the urmi of the mind

Today's baby online

Good to learn

Unique baby in the yard

Games are fun

Today's baby rest

It is good to do a lot

God the child is the future of the parents

Vijaykumar N. Joshi:

(Khadsaliya, Bhavnagar)

Not that

Never in love with stone,

Waxes do not have hearts.

Shadows are shadows,

That is never a fact.

Beautiful body

Yet Haiyan is not ugly.

To high peaks,

Sometimes there are no towers.

Sometimes to the afflicted heart,

There are no tears.

Says 'Priyanka' is a stranger

Are strangers too,

Sometimes ours too,

We are not.

Priyanka Rajubhai Patel: (Visnagar)

Word cult

A child playing in the fields

Wires sweet Vayo Prabhat.

Earth limb to the arrival of dawn,

The color of mehkya kan kan urmi.

The blossoming bud bends all over,

The smell is everywhere

The melody of music in my ears,

Ur chhalke chhalchhal neenam.

The color of henna in my hand,

The tide in all the oceans.

Gentle gentle on the path of poetry,

The word respiration acne acne forever.

Narsingh R. Chaudhary: (Mandvi)

The grief of homelessness

This autumn living on someone's support,

This dry and ugly home.

If you shout, there will be echoes of anguish,

Disappointed Haiyan is persuaded this fall.

Doonka bhare che man sukayu hai tan,

Autumn chews on the past.

Strikes in Kanpur and Mukhpur,

What he hears and what he speaks this autumn.

The sum of the living does not occur,

Autumn is the only multiplication of sorrows.

The skeleton swayed on a stick,

Autumn is the balance of the rest of life.

Bhagubhai Bhimda: (Haldar, Bharuch)

Tide out

The tide in the sea

Happiness and sorrow in life

It's just coming ..

Calm the stormy sea

Also gets done ..

But before that

How much does nothing hurt ..!

Happiness and sorrow in life

The movement is calmed by shaking.

The tide of happiness and sorrow flows

Have to stay

And also to endure ..

Seek the 'realization' of today's happiness

The rest of the recruitment is bound to come to an end ..!

Mukesh T. Chandarana: (Mithapur)

Waiting from time to time

Jiva bhakti bhavati na

If you do, everything is useless,

Expect fruit but not plants

Water foundation.

One of the scorching sand rains

Drops needed,

If devotion with such devotion

Then meet the Lord in an instant.

Awareness awareness of life

Concentration brings color,

Who is married to Lord Milan

There comes the Lord.

Only when the living entity becomes one

Muktidham is fruitful,

Like a workaholic

Love is found instinctively.

Years of married life

Even then the soul waits for happiness,

Chibhada b two months

Have to wait for the fruit to carry.

O Lord if I wait

If so, come and take it,

Chit tujma is applied

Don't cry in the end.

Pradeep K Mehta: (Kandivali, Mumbai)

One Radha-one Meera

Goddess of love, Goddess of love,

The best love of the best of love priests!

The beauty of her mind captivated me

Pick your own

My heart with the love of his heart

Conquered by the sweetness of her voice

Gave pleasure to my heart

By His true, holy, pure love

Tears came to my eyes

Eight years of such love

The best years in my life

Always his smiling face,

The love of the eyes comes to mind

Sakshat Radha's holy

There was a vision of love

Sakshat Mira's pure love devotion

Darshan thaya mara jeevan prabhumaya

- came to take me to make love

I have the love of the Lord and

Nothing but tears

Except for my existence at home,

I have nothing

In the eyes of the love addict with the love of the heart

With tears, with joy,

Farewell to love!

Jagdish b. Gold: (Mulund-Mumbai)

Grief blue

I saw a cloud running smoothly,

The cloud became a whirlwind.

Leave me alone

(Alpa) Who are you running to meet?

Clouds have not changed,

Wherever the air goes, that is my destination.

Clouds rushing with anger,

Hit the cloud.

Whale, whale saying back,

The wind blew the shit out?

What is that To do good

You did not live in ignorance.

The thirsty earth will be thirsty,

Will you be satisfied

You will cling to the air,

So what will the sea overflow?

Cloud with me

Life is a classic event.

The cloud is now understood,

Haiye Varsi Harkhani Haley,

Arms outstretched to the cloud,

The cloud was absorbed there.

The two became sore in affection,

Navlakh Dhar in Varsya Avni,

The earth is now quenched of thirst,

The four cores are green.

C. G. Rana: (Godhra)