Poetry of Life’s Nods: The Courage to Face Failure…
The stream is also sandy. Ask the desert!
Does the paper boat sink a little in the water?
If the tarmac blows, the sand can also sink.
But, yes, if the boat loses its existence and floats, the paper will also cross.
The whole poem has a post-possibility gap.
There is a willingness to face failure.
It is therapeutic to escape from the stress of reality.
Just don’t think.
There is a process implemented.
There is faith that persists even after the rumor is believed to be true.
Even the seas of sand must have been born in the flow of water before.
He who has faith in himself can grow spring even in the desert.
Making love is a moment of immersion in nature.
That which comes automatically even without teaching is love.
Even mirages feel drawn around the deer’s thirsty den.
A question asked without expectation lives the present of the future of the relationship.
Spring does not have but, who has it with?
Also, be remembered.
Remembrance makes even absence warm!
Asking does not necessarily answer the question.
Spring comes silently and makes the atmosphere its own.
The experience of falling is to be enjoyed.
‘Living’ is worthwhile if it makes you feel the joy of blooming time and the time of fall.
A prerequisite for abandoning what is possessed is that something must be possessed – that is.
Drowning in his tears, everyone knows!
‘Swimming’ – and ‘floating’ – lives on the tears of others.
who cries
The answer to that question can be found in the analogy that everyone cries.
But ‘whom are you crying for?’ – the answer to that may be the address.
When the river itself wants to change the flow, the banks don’t listen!
To be ignorant and to be ignorant is to keep the present in a coma.
It is easy to mistake a comma for a full stop,
Acceptance requires inner strength.
The triad of accepting lack after the flow changes explains it all.
The situation always bends from one side to the other.
On the other hand, it is only according to the reaction.
A paper boat can even learn to swim in a sea of sand.
Here the poet tries to sink the boat and swim by himself.
Also, completes the poem with firm determination and sets out to swim in the situation.
In the whole poem, there is no sense of ownership of the relationship!
Throughout the poem, there is no regret of the relationship that flows with the changing times.
There is a journey of debt after the end of the relationship.
Manilal h. Patel is the well-known ‘manimudra’ of Gujarati poetry.
The glow of this mudra is eternal.
The festival of reaching across without any means in the lighted up after Valopat is revealed in his entire poem.
Every disappointment does not come in life only to be betrayed!
There may also be pre-preparation for a new festival.
I have come to meet you with a paper boat.
Rumor has it that the seas between us are made of sand.
Nature taught me love.
In the mirage, the boats of my words turned into deer and took refuge in death.
You promised me spring – where is it?
Give me autumn so I can fall…
Who will shed tears for me now that I can swim?
I know – a river that changes its course cannot be stopped.
Can not quench the thirst for blood!
However, I have left with a paper boat to meet you – that is not a rumor.
You sink my boats.
I want to learn to swim.
