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On the edge of the dream

Unforgettable comes to the shore of the dream

Excitement rises in Ur on the banks of the dream

Zoom forums in springtime

Kesudo waved all around on the shore of the dream

Hopes sprout again and again

A garland of dreams is woven on the shore of dreams

The garden of life has blossomed

As well as spring

Then it appears

Panghar dream shore

Life seems like a dream

Life seemed incomplete on the edge of the dream

Memory is the subtraction of forgetfulness

On the edge of the dream seems to be a total illusion

The ocean of the world has no shore

The ship seems to be drowned, stretched on the shore of the dream

Bhagubhai Bhimda (Haldar-Bharuch)

inclination

Papa followed suit

Papa papa Karti, the innocent child

Come and get absorbed in the lap

And hands full of intention are placed on him

Screaming fists at home and in the courtyard

Approaching youth

Today the bride is decorated

The daughter's 20th birthday leaves

Then sad voice above

The line of sadness is marked

Ne Nat Mastake

The heart of the standing Tat is moved

Manilal d. Rughani (Ranawav)

last breath

Running slowly

my last breath

Was mixed and for life

Who gave me warm support

I give you breath, I salute you

And I salute you

Not knowing when it will stop

My heart beats

In love with wealth and luxury

I disrespected you by being busy

Forgotten truth is not in the world

One's existence is eternal

Temporary tax deferral

Let me see the beauty of creation

Usha's pink color

And chirping of birds

The thunder of the clouds

Water-drops of lightning-rain

And the smell of earth

The last breath gave a faint smile

How stubborn is man against death

Fizza M. RCWALA (MUMBAI)

Trying to understand

looks good

talk to you

remember you

You are nothing to me now

But you are the real one

You will forget me

But..

the way i love you

You can never forget it

come now

once again

Let go of the stubbornness to recognize someone

Ne.. try to understand

'Meet' (Surat)

you and me

gothic 'you'

Then you won't find 'me'

will miss 'me'

and Radish 'you'

You will get millions in the world

But nowhere in it

'will be me'

First you and then me

Think now

What is left of it?

'You' will remember every moment

But never now

'I will come'

Just hold your hand

'Keep it on your heart'

'I' will hear 'you' in the beats.

I love you forever

I will remember

No way forget me

'you'

Nimisha Gallia Chheda (Borivli)

Who does Roshan?

(Ghazal)

Who will illuminate the soul that is not exposed?

Who will illuminate it instead of fixed?

Where do people find light in the disputes of thoughts,

Who will light up the evil disaster?

It was a spectacle to see the rebels rising as the rumors spread

What honor can not fight? Who does Roshan?

What will happen if people are aware of it?

Who will do Roshan without taking care of the body?

Let's say that Sama will fight regardless of who he takes

Who will make Roshan from conflicts from above?

Jali hai khari agae in bekabu of carelessness

Who can illuminate the horror of mischief?

If you look at India now, you will not understand

Who will enlighten millions of people who are dying?

Hitesh R. Patel 'Sawan' (Bardoli)

Never lose in life

Those who live in poverty

He understands

Why do the two ends come together?

A lot to eat

Compromise has to be done

Even the clothes have to be worn

to our hobbies

It has to be controlled

Sick in a government hospital

Have to push

Learning from second hand books

Have to finish

Another for higher studies

Need help from someone

Natural in summer season

Have to be content with air

cold in winter,

in monsoon

Avoid rain

When an occasion arises

Have to change

Train or bus

Suffering has to be endured

Following Dougal

Suffering has to be endured

Beating the mind following the douglas

And also have to bend

Insults followed by Dougal

have to endure

But in poverty

To a grown man

Say 'dharma' in life

Never have to lose

Dharam Maganlal Prajapati (Maguna)

the past

Feelings in the heart, where

I had dreams of budding

But the sands of time have been strained in the heap of the desert

Even the days passed by

A few wet, a few soaked,

I remember that, then..

I don't remember the clouds ever raining

It was understood at the same time

The matter sat in the same place

Tired of turning the pages of life

Finally, everyone got their courage

Ray Shiva spent the evening anywhere

It dawned again

There is no existence without you

Sharmishtha G. Patel (Mesana)