Hardwar Goswami Even if everything else fails, don't forget your parents. His blessings are countless, never forget that. Stones worshiped the earth, then your face, the hearts of all people, do not turn into stones. Don't spew venom against the one who gives you nectar. Millions fought and pampered you, the code has been completed, don't forget the code of the supplier of that code. Even if you earn millions, do not forget to believe that parents are not like that, they are not millions but ashes. Serve your children, serve as children, do as you do, don't forget that spirit. Do not forget to wet yourself, such a rare eye that sleeps wet and sleeps dry. With the love that laid flowers on your feet, on the feet of that rahbar, never be a skunk. If you spend money, you will get everything, you will not get parents, don't forget palpal punit e charani, just don't forget love. – Punit Maharaj 'The greatest act of bravery is to abstain from pride in victory and from despair in defeat' Such was the life-changing saint Punit Maharaj who lit the torch of consciousness and spread the light of anxiety in the society. Punit Maharaj struggled a lot when he came to Ahmedabad. The struggles of the big city are also big! But Punit Maharaj who said 'Meru to dage but jena mana na dage' fell as much as he rose higher. His father died at a very young age, so he became responsible. He studied up to matriculation. Married to Saraswati for 13 years and met Shabda by the grace of Saraswati when he was 13 years old. The number 13 was always auspicious for him. Husband and wife are the two wheels of the cart of Grihasthashram. Car runs smoothly only if two wheels are same in shape. If they are small or crooked, the car will not run properly. An accident also happens. He also worked as a teacher in a high school for some time. Keeping the students aware of the culture along with studies. Due to Salas nature, he became popular with students. By reading many texts, he developed a feeling and connection with the word. Climbed the ladder of journalism from clerk in 'Garjana' daily. Not once did a journalist come and write the news and everyone liked it very much. Bus later became a journalist and later rose to the position of editor. Who used to sing bhajans with sincerity and also worked with the same ratio. A fearless journalist who 'writes the truth'. 'Punit Sevashram', 'Janakalyan' and the big coral Sevashram of Karajan taluka are the fragrance of his service. He has done a great service to the needy by providing medicines at a concessional rate. At that time, if someone blankets the footpath in winter, it is understood that it will be Punit Maharaj. After working in a wire office in Ahmedabad, he learned the art of saying long Sikh words in short sentences. Bhajan has to say more in less words! The seeds of poetry were planted during school studies. Writing a poem a day. There came a time when Dhara used to create sattvasheel poetry with the help of subconsciousness. He composed thousands of bhajans throughout his life. Belonging to the Shaivite tradition, there is a special attachment towards Krishna-Rama. The alchemy of Ramnaam and the bow of Krishna became the vanquisher of Bhavrog. The presentation of his story was very impressive. His excellent singing brought out the aura in it. He went from village to village in Gujarat with bhajan mandal but did not take even a single rupee from it. He has been a valuable contribution in keeping the Indian culture alive. Forgotten directions in the frenzy of springs; In what state the sea, forgot the directions. To stand upright in front of the crowd, to break the swim, forget the directions. I was watery, now I have become watery, I have forgotten the directions. Gatha Ghayay Kya Lag 'Parvez' two feet, standing on the threshold, forgot the directions. – Satin Desai 'Parvez' Loads of likes, loads of comments, tons of notifications, countless snaps, precious blue ticks, thousands of subscriptions, but without your star, all this is useless. – Vidhi Mehta I am in a selfish town. I am poisoned inside. Everyone knows that I am rich, I am in the city of respect. I am in that effect of 'I', that overflows that which is incomplete. Give love and get love, I am in that stage of life. – Tara Patel 'Antarnad' Two tier sat in three tier AC a lot, fighting with brother to sit on the window seat, Audi is now a common name, traveling around the world on a rented bicycle, earned a lot and evaded a lot of taxes, Mom's eyes Stealing a rosary by paying, I don't want to visit temples anymore, I want to look at the form of God inside myself… – Rupesh Dalal Tears are proof, there is true wisdom in the eyes. Not dependent on one's request, flowers spring forth automatically. Whether in shallow water or in deep water, the fishes float. Uphill is just up to the peaks, then downhill. – Kumar Jaimini Shastri You first see the state of the stars, then see the progress of all others. Every day you slap me, you make your cheeks red. Just forget yesterday, see today and see tomorrow. Listen to the sound from your ears, if the small cymbals sound inside! – Nitin Parekh There are two or four shining names in the heart, they are just shrines in my eyes. Are there mirrors on the road, otherwise I will face each day. I wrote down my address in it first, even if I had the paper in hand. See, the service is also left incomplete, many auspicious works are not completed. – S. S. Rahi Apar Diwda is not the cross of Gokhla, not 'Jigar', not just likeable darkness. Even if I go across the sky, I can say: You will be there, but I am not bound. Has come in a flash all Kadi Ne Kadi, now sad! Not a single new victim. Be that as it may, the 'jigger' hides in the eye, our tears are not yet that smart. – Jigar Joshi 'Love' is Gujarati yeast in your body, show how much yeast is in you today, even if you lose your legs, you will not lose! To get to the top, you have to climb the top, you have to fight against the taunts of the society, you have to burn as a fire in the heat of the struggle, brother, don't you wear khaki? So you have to run with clenched fists – Dakhda Shlokashu In the blush of the rising sun after darkness, In the rosy wind of early dawn, In the chirping of birds, In the air, In the fallen trees, In the flowing water, In every familiar place, In the smile of a child, In the song of a peacock, In the pouring rain, In the memory of you that will not come. Hayati is seen. – Dr. Prafulla Brahmabhatta
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Kavyayana: A fragrant address of service
