Dr. Prakash Dave, a poet, felt like writing a poem on an ant. For that he chose paper, pen, verse. However, this poet was a realistic poet. He decided to write a poem about ants only after experiencing the pain of an ant sting. Only then will poetry come into poetry. Ants rarely come to poets, because ants are more interested in sweets than poets, and poets, unfortunately, rarely come across sweets. The poet was a staunch opponent of sweetness. Bitterness prevailed in his poetry as well. Critics also called him a 'poet of bitterness'. The chief ant of that area had declared the poet's house a restricted area for the entire ant society, but what is the poet who has met the ant? He decided to wait. With the belief that 'wo subah kabhi to ayegi', he believed in not drinking beedi until the ant came. Due to this, the poet's wife was also satisfied. This was not the first experience of waiting for the poet. Once a poet decided to write a love poem! Being a realist, he decided not to write a love poem until someone fell in love with him. However, no one showed interest in fulfilling this desire of the poet, so the poet announced a change in his decision that I will not write a poem until I fall in love with someone. Some of the poets were of course happy with this stern pledge of the poet and started circling around the poet's house leaving gardens and gardens to prevent any girl from accidentally falling into the poet's coverage area. A well-wisher of the poet explained to the poet that it is not necessary to fall in love to write a love poem. Even if only the feeling of love is felt. And what you do to your mother, father, brother, sister and country is also love, isn't it?! And if you do not write poetry because of your stubbornness, our literature will be deprived of excellent poems. And the poems like garbage will flood the literary world. This matter of the interested person fell in the poet's throat, so he swallowed the bitter lump for the sake of literature and started writing love poems without falling in love. But this time the poet was firm. He told me to write a poem about an ant until the ant stings. Kavi, despite being a poet, also had practical knowledge. He knew that an ant can be attracted by sweetness and not by ghazal. That is why all of the winners of a recently published poem spent all their money and brought one kilogram of sugar from the market and an old woman kept the sugar in a jar which the poet called Puranic and closed two bricks loosely so that the ants could enter easily. The poet was sure that the ant will come, the need will come. When the ant tried to enter the jar, the poet had to hold the jar across his hand to prevent the ant from entering. The poet hoped that the ant would get angry due to hunger and would lash out at the poet. But it did not come, the ant did not come. Once or twice, the poet wore those golden frame glasses that he used to wear only while writing poetry and went to the door. Not even an ant colony was found anywhere. The poet was tired but did not lose heart. The poet also recited two motivational poems in his mind to maintain positivity. Even now I thought of writing a line about optimism. Although the poet did not know the line but knew a trick. He decided to sleep at night with the sugar jar open in the kitchen. Because the poet knew that the poet reaches where the sun does not reach and the ant reaches where the poet does not reach… The poet woke up in the middle of the night. He woke up and ran to the kitchen. It was dark but not afraid at all. He knew that if the light is turned on, the ant will become cautious and move horizontally, if the kilo of sugar money will go into the water. He guessed even in the dark and found the jar. Commanded the hand like 'Ya hom kari pado fateh hai agae': 'Ya hom kari pado ant hai agae.' The poet's hand reached into the jar with a dark gesture. The fingers made two or four circles in the sugar and from the mouth of the poet suddenly, from the mouth to the throat, a scream came out of the mandakranta verse! Lightning quickly took out his hand and ran to turn on the light. Even in the short distance between the jar and the board of the light, the poet thought that if such an intolerable chatka were to be described in poetry, then the song or the ghazal would not work. Khandkavya only has to be written. The light came on. The poet nervously looked into the jar. A mankodo was still smacking around in sugar with khunnas!
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Gatkadu: Ant in poetry!
