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The real joy your lap gives
My creeping Goddess of night
Happy, free from all confusion
Listening unheard music of twilight

Nothing in life is so beautiful
Than intention of links remain
A new born child seeks always
Her parents feeding cares sustain

Nothing can justify any way
The bird with wings in dream
Always trying fly to return again
Enjoy the chirping myrtle sway

Nothing always bind or release
Healthy relations are cool breeze

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~


know the poet and peep into his poem ''Jawahar Gupta'' and his poem: the music of twilight  by Bipul Ch.Kalita

One of the Indian poets whom I earnestly appreciate for their unceasing efforts for creating a soft and creative platform, especially for the promising poetic minds of the current trends is my adorable friend Jawahar Gupta. He is clean in his expressions and mild in choosing and using words in his poems. Jawahar Gupta who was born on the 8th October in 1952 was a science graduate. He worked in a pharmaceuticals company and retired from there as a Sales Manager. He writes in Hindi, Punjabi, and English. As he is a popular figure in face book, I don't think that I should annoy the readers repeating the things about his poetic journey etc.
The poem's title contains an abstract slant. But if one goes deep into it the slants gradually disappears. The poet's ear to the music of the twilight is not far from mystical approach to the reality too. Twilight is not total darkness. It contains a bit of light that wraps the poet's Goddess of nights-

''The real joy your lap gives
My creeping Goddess of night''

The eternal music of nature frames human hearts in the world of mysticism. The poet takes twilight for a source of spiritual pleasure, as if a mother's warm lap is the ultimate source of pleasure and safety for a baby-

''Happy, free from all confusion
Listening unheard music of twilight''

''Nothing in life is so beautiful
Than intention of links remain
A new born child seeks always
Her parents feeding cares sustain''

The poet's imagination are innocently formed, Nothing can prevent him from flying with the wings of imagination, but at the same moment he is aware of the real world. Like a bird that flies everywhere without forgetting to return its own nest. Hard works of the days send the poet to the lap of the nights, enabling him to roam in his divinely honeyed world the twilight-

''The bird with wings in dream
Always trying fly to return again''

The poet thinks that man's normal but natural activities for his survival or existence should not be allowed to hurt the human relations. The evening twilight shows ways to night while that of the dawn will pave paths to greet the day. The relation between days and nights is maintained by the twilight. So, he has to maintain that relations-

''Healthy relations are cool breeze''

It is difficult to appreciate critically any work of critic. It's my noble venture to peep into an adorable poet and friend. Hope, dear readers will excuse me for my limitations. Waiting for more and more poetic writes from my dear friend Jawahar Gupta.