Reader's article.

Housewife

Sankranti comes in January

That makes Chikki for all

Fills twelve months of rice in February

In March, April and May

Havej fills, fills wheat

And makes pickles

Monsoon comes in June and July

That is when everyone feels

Makes hot fritters

And wet clothes half-back

Makes it worth wearing

The religious festival comes in August

So fill in the required items,

And cleans the house

Navratri comes in September

That is his hobby

Saves boy's time

Diwali falls in October

So clean the house

And makes snacks

Winter comes in November and December

So make Vasana for all

Also, from morning to night

Performs nonstop duty

By bringing vegetables,

Cooking making

By raising a boy,

To teach a boy

From the choice of husband,

Preserving the nature of the husband

From the service of in-laws

To save his time

In practical occasions

To attend

What to hear in the end

Where do you go to earn money?

You are a housewife

Kinjal Sanghvi: (Mumbai)

Word

Words me and your feeling

That is why the flow of affection erupts

Comes with words and goes with words

For always keep a pure voice

Words not healed for years

Don't milk words anywhere

Dealing with words is a festival

That is the true meaning of burning up of bad psychic imprints

Live like this, remember everything

That is the true meaning of burning up of bad psychic imprints

The world is run by words

Let us know the word

Life flowed without knowing words

In the end, life came alive

Bhagubhai Bhimda: (Haldar-Bharuch)

Tell me if you come

I have a lot to say, too

I will tell you if you come near!

If the intention is not yours,

What to do with mirage jayam dodi?

Silence confuses me

I will tell you if you come near!

Prempanth, full of thorns,

Swims true,

There is something left!

The mountains of calamity are frozen,

Even ice has to be water!

In love, if you will, really bravery,

So, if the heart adorns the throne!

Don't go back waiting - love,

Take these steps

In the courtyard of the heart!

C. G. Rana: (Godhra)

There are so many times

Looking forward to seeing you soon

The bus door slammed open

So many times

Keeping ears open

We are sitting listening

Mande kadamne baje payalni

The jingle is just so often

Goes into a trance

The intoxication of her intoxicated eyes

Chhalakave jam ani

There are so many times in the eyes

I want to be in the dark

The bus opens and Keshu waves

So many times

Meat is sitting

On the way to its arrival

Just come to the courtyard Dildar

So many times

Manilal d. Rughani: (Ranavav)

Ma

Ma

Give me an empty sack

Bring in the pouring rain

Washing vegetables will work.

Ma

Give me an empty sack

Grandfather has left

Bring the reddish fire to a boil

It will work for you to bake bread.

Ma

Give me an empty sack

Chandamama has come out

With twinkling wires

Bring the moonlit night wrapped in a sack

Fairies will come to work for you

Storytelling.

Ma

Give me an empty sack

The wind is blowing

In the lap of a slow flowing wave

Tied up

You sleep in bed,

The fatigue of the day will go away.

Prafulla R. Shah:

(Kandivali-Vay., Mumbai-2)

On a Poonam night

On a Poonam night

Your lamp burns in the world

Lights in ten directions

Worship the gods in fourteen universes

Worship you

You are the custodian of the universe

You give blessings you like

Savior of all clans

Let me offer you as Ganga

Let me offer you as Ganga

Avagatiya ne moksha deje

Nirmal Karje Vani Mari

May vices destroy me

Fourteen types of devotion

May I store up knowledge

You settled in Tribhuvan

My abode is in the underworld

I don't think so

I feel your love

The star resides in the particle

Tu vasje mara dalda ma

Shish namau he navdurga

Chandi Chamunda of my womb

Sada deje ashish me

At your feet

Ramji Govind Kundia:

(Vidyavihar, Mumbai)

New dawn

Adikham always on the path

Enjoy the new mode

With the breath of truth

The flag of patience is flying everywhere

Dagar Mand Navi Prabhat ...

Meet someone with a trip

Walking to the destination

Keep the ham intact in Haiya

On the rigid anvil of the test

Dagar Mand Navi Prabhat ...

Touches the incomparable rays of dawn

The vision is dim and bright

Even if there are throat workers

Gentle ever longing now

Dagar Mand Navi Prabhat ...

- Narsingh R. Chowdhury: (Mandvi)

It's love

Waking up in the morning before opening eyes

Wanting to see someone's face,

have love

While visiting the temple,

Someone standing up

It seems,

have love.

Putting one's head on someone's shoulder makes one think,

As life goes on,

have love

The fatigue of the whole day with which,

The idea of ​​sitting

Just walk away,

Says "Priyanka" is love.

- Priyanka Rajubhai. Patel:

(Visnagar)