Reality (Vastavikta)
In the morning
as I saw radiant flowers smiling
in the flower vase
I
energetically threw open the curtain -
to see a butterfly clinging to a thorn
moaning pitiably.
Above poem is brought here from the Gujarati blog સ્નેહ સરવાણી 
Poem by Pritam Lakhani.
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I don't say anything to you, mom,Still you understand when I am hungry and thirsty...
Inside the womb
I was taking shape
With your breathing only
Ah!
How will you be? I want to see you... and
Tell, 'Mom, how good you are!'
But I saw...!!
You were lying on the operation table
And I, a red stain... stretched
On the bed cloth...
I said...'Mom!'
'Mom, how good you are!'
Did you hear?
And spread by white gloves, I
Got 'washed' in the basin,
With a voice,
'Abortion successful!'!
Poem by Mittal Rajgor, Ahmedabad. Translated from Gujarati.
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Understood, Chandubhai!
Habit ruined him, habit...
Of searching
Once the fool went so hard scratching
So hard scratching...
At last he scratched up his own mind
Made giant holes in it
Basically, he wanted to search for happiness
Wanted to see it before his eyes
Whether own, or else's - but happiness
The idiot thought that
All written in the books is always right
Trees of happiness grow in films
Showers of happiness soar in poems
When read novels there too are loads of happiness
So the ass thought, happiness indeed is!
This is where he blundered...
He thought as Sunday and Monday come,
Happiness too comes!
As do Tapubhai and Taravniben,
Happiness will come my way, too...
What damn to explain the brainless brute?
We know, Chandubhai, that
If Rabbit got horns, then
Men got happiness
It's okay, we talk good and happy things
Read books...
What must be read, he did not read
Ask him, has he read History ever?
Is there a mention of living happiness on any page?
The fool had once touched his dream!
From that day on such head hunting
Agonies!
But dammit will die poor death one day!
Happiness is not in all eight heavens!
No substance called happiness is there on this earth
This simple thing he does not know
May he take itself for a happiness!
Poem by Ramesh Parekh, a renowned Gujarati poet.