Bd is a mirat of language. 'Shabad' is the solace of silence. Shabad has the color of melody. There is a company of fakirs. Self-confessed is satsang. The one who gets the color of the word starts losing the love of the word. When there is a silent speech, the effect of the word will rise! Travel has to be done with words. Have silence at the end of the journey! The whole poem is like the sound of a word adorning the throat of a word. Recognition must be given to others! Have to prove! May our authority be colored by the recognition of others! But, the one who has his own sex, the sex of others feels different! He who wants to understand himself has to put the world at bay. The light of the lamp is the mahotaj of wick, kodi, oil, dhi. But, the light of swayam is lit spontaneously. Joy must ripen like pain. This is a poem about the love of the world after knowing it. The poet uses the word 'sacha' – before the word. The true word is across its scale. Self can be reached only from the world. But, from where to complete the world and from where to feel oneself, only one who can read the thoughts of existence can know! Rather than wasting words in identifying others, this poem is a measure of getting lost in one's own identity. No need to advertise that sugar is sweet! Even if it melts on the tongue, the sugar does not leave the sweetness! He who lives without leaving sweetness in the world, without showing his self-sacrifice, has his own fragrance. The fragrance has no right to fade away. Allowed to spread with the wind. When lightning strikes, there are hardly any eyes that do not see lightning! The implicit hint that the naked eye misses so much that is missed becomes a flash of this poem. Death never comes showing Yamaraja's note! Death is Yamaraja's note. It has to be recognized and also felt! The true word sends its quantum signals. If our eyes are tired of seeing the world, we will never see the light of the inner day! The stories of waking up after waking up are different. Cuckoos do not croak or contort their limbs like singers. It is often understood after hard work that the mango branch has come from which mango branch. The sanctity of the Ganga is not proved if there is a gradient! If sanctity flows intact even on level ground, then it is Ganga. If the essence of the world can be known from a few experiences, time is not worth wasting! The evening also becomes the dawn of the morning. Pulling also breaks the cord's grip and slacking also loosens the grip. Flowers are grown in spring but do not grow old! I have never seen a flower that has grown from Karamai! Its existence is known only when the fragrance is inhaled. Distance also opens up, blooms. Spontaneous miracles happen only when our own being becomes one with our own personality. Even though the cases of miracles and revelations may seem folkloric, they shine the light of experience. There is no affidavit of the amount of words! The identity card of words is not made! Parman becomes a spontaneous destination where Romero knows how to live and enjoy the moment. Manubhai Trivedi is the essence of 'Gafil' and the self-identity of 'Sarod'.} Give me the true word, the true word. Death does not show Yama's note in Pekhya, the feather is the particle of the true word, the cuckoo does not break the limb, does not bend the neck, does not stretch the Ganges, does not stretch, does not strain, the particle of the true word blooms like when it breathes and rises from a distance. Then the speech flows spontaneously as the essence of the true word – Manubhai Trivedi 'Sarod'
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