dear earth,
I don't understand whether I should write about my well-being or inquire about your well-being. I assume the name of the sky and am manifested around you. I myself am amazed by my expansion. I see infinite meteorites breaking, falling and disappearing every day. Sometimes the path between you and me, bathed in moonlight, blossoms into a dilemma. Sometimes aspirations are plucked from the tiny palms of twinkling stars.
Had to force! You are very beautiful. You are beautiful because you have life. You are an earthling. You hold on to life. Perhaps the chirp of life in the entire universe has been found only by you and you. This is a very important thing, because of this you have a different and beautiful identity.
Vasundhara! How many colors do you have? Each color of creation contains a unique joy and pain. Well, there is joy at the core of the universe, but at some places, there is pain lurking somewhere behind it. It is said that the Sun is a fountain of colours. That light is pure. If one gazes at it, a black spot appears in the vision. Who has the infinite power to make eye contact with the Sun? Even Sampati's sons don't have it. Unless the sun finds proximity to your body parts, its colors do not bloom.
Oh Raswanti, compassion is the sister of joy. One cannot create happiness without compassion. O land, the Himalayas above you are a wonderful and unique surge of joy. Its snowy peaks are an upward march of bliss. From these, Devsari Ganga bursts forth as a stream of compassion. They reach dry corners and rough edges. Thirsty throats are satisfied. The culture of dry fields is formed. This compassion is the biggest thing which gives creative meaning to happiness.
Oh human mother! Whenever moonlight shines in the villages nestled between the Satpura peaks When spring comes, the echo of dance rains on the mountains all night long. Sitting on the same peaks of Satpura, I watch this ritual celebration of your sons. Earth, you got a world of thousands of variations. Earth and air are my part. I am involved in the origin of the word. Water forms and rains through me. The play of fire and water is within me too, but all these together, I have sacrificed a hundred of my blues for the play of the creatures that you create from the soil of your courtyard. The blackness of your creatures has a very deep meaning. Mother
Introduction
January 1952 Fiferia,
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Haarji in fine writing
Keep. Your essay,
narrative, folk literature
wrote in genres
Flame of bonfire,
on petals, of sunshine
hope etc
have to stay tight
Hai Jan Singa
Skriti Salila
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Hey Vasudha! This abundant store of yours is spread across the horizon. You are the people, filled with the flow of compassion. It has been heard that a son becomes an evil son but a mother never becomes a virgin. Then oh dear Earth, I want to ask why this devastating act of earthquake? Destruction of the world like this! Has a mother's compassion been exhausted? They slept forever and will be born again. Life will again fly with bright wings. Earth! Will the wounds of the mind ever heal? Will Mamta's tears ever be wiped away?
I want an answer and am waiting to hear from you. letter, letter
yours
Sky
to harm
Ask for rocks.
Hey sky!
Received your letter. What the letter is is an extension of the elegance of your own mind. The blueness of starlight is shining in every word of your letter and in that radiance I am searching for answers to your questions.
Hey Anant! O God who keeps his purity intact in the expanse of blue, how generous and transparent are you! You are so happy to see my glory, that is why you also have the meaning of the sanctity of the word and its infinite sweetness. Your mind is as big as your cosmic expanse. That's why you have given equal place to my mad न्दा softness and wa nithurai on the rainbow of your mind. This does not happen among my family members. You are basking in my glory. But here the glory of one is fueled by the jealousy of the other. The success of one leaves a stone in the mouth of the other. Oh Anant, my own sons dug me up. Tied me up. bridged me Crossed me, drank my milk. Ate food. They did all that, they did it, but now they are taking out every part of my stomach and drinking it. The trees growing in my every pore are being cut. They are pouring their hell into my veins and arteries like rivers. my air Smoke is being added. The space above me, which is a part of you and is also mine, has been filled with satellites, missiles, satellites and strange gases. Now tell me, the instruments of Savinka's creation were not left intact. Here life itself has stood against the essence of life. My sons have become so angry that the redness of the demons' eyes has started floating in their eyes. Today they are standing against the water. They are standing against the wind. They are against fire. They are trampling me. They have come in a position to fire bullets at you. There is a hole in the ozone. Overall, despite being a supporter of life, he has also stood against life.
Bamarshak
O eternal sky! No one knows how many ages this creation has been crossing. Continuity is its specialty and newness is its beauty.
Hey Neelvyom! In the depths of your height, so many sorrows and cries of the solar system are hidden. Your meteorites awaken both the fear and curiosity of humans. For my own children, you have become the place of liberation and the limit of your flying power. Wings get tired but your breadth and depth never ends. Countless invisible laboratories keep running in your baseless base. These create air. Water becomes fire. You have written in the letter that I have life on me, this is a special thing. But this life is also not possible without the air and water created by you. That's why I give this honor to you only. That is also because no single element can neither create a physical object nor preserve it. piece of light
* The sky is red! You have many beams of light. Sun is the source of light. It is a fountain of light. There is sun, therefore there is light. It is through this light that even the knowledge and ignorance inside and outside of life can be appreciated. That's why all the living beings living on me pray to him. You have a donation. Only the moonlight fills my womb with milk. in cotton
Fills with brightness. Sweets are filled in jowar grains. Fragrance in Kamalini
essence
Fills. ,
Hey Amber! You have also covered me with your blue clothes. Therefore, it cannot be that my beauty is only my acquisition or natural product. The planets and stars in your solar system depend on each other's attraction and existence. Their very position is on coexistence. What a beautiful thing this is today. But my sons have created their own countries And some of them are bent on killing each other. after gaining knowledge
The person was polite. He had also reached beyond the horizons, where a door opens beyond the courtyard. Science has added another 38 to the number of his achievements.
O bearer of Neerad garlands! The rain is your beauty. Rain is your heart's stream... your feeling. In expression of this feeling, when you write a poem about the clouds and that poem falls on me word by word, drop by drop, then it creates an epic of supreme nature. The water that you shower from the black cubes is my life essence. It is the same fragrance in flowers, form in objects, juice in fruits, taking my shape by touching the body and being transformed into words in springs. This water goes into my womb and creates balance in my life. The amounts of groundwater and water on land also maintain a kind of balance. My sons have exploited the groundwater so much that the balance within me is getting disturbed. The same disturbance sometimes erupts as an earthquake and sometimes as a volcano.
O generous sky! Which mother wishes harm to her child? But when my sons will amass wealth based on my honour, will sell my water in bottles, will not even allow my air to be breathable, then unpleasant decisions have to be taken to discipline them. O generous one! These are the feelings of my mind, from which you may be able to find your answers. By the way, when has anyone been able to answer the questions related to the mysteries of ultimate nature?
Yours, Earth!