It is a great pleasure to present the sixth collection of poetry 'Pallava' to the readers. Earlier 'Spandan', 'Nisarga', 'Mati', 'Nakshatra', ', these five poetry collections have been published earlier. The poems received good response from the readers. While writing this anthology, I realized that poetry is simple feelings that come out of the heart. Word after word is automatically suggested, written on paper. A poem is made by writing one word, just as a beautiful garland is made by weaving one flower. Look at the following lines from the poem 'Shabdaphule'. There is no word from where it comes Color saj levuni stand and wave aarti. I don't know how these words come one after the other. They are not determined. When I start writing poetry, they suggest themselves. Then they come with different colors. Saaj is brought along. The beauty of poetry opens with those words. When a woman wears ornaments, her valvania is more exposed, ideally in figurative terms, Metaphors reveal the beauty of poetry. One of these ghazals has two lines – Come back to where we met Nayan anointed for those two drops Here the poet is obsessed with the lover. While living with her, she started fighting. The boyfriend wants her to be his lifelong companion. While living like this, one day her eyes watered. Then she left for some reason. But memories are not erased. Then the poet writes that you come again to meet the place where we met for the first time. Remembering you, my eyes are constantly anointing the Asavas. 'Mauli' is a very beautiful poem, first of all was awake, Makes a clean house, Wake everyone up, Mauli This poem tells about the importance of mother. Mother wakes up first. Wakes everyone up. The householder cleans. Makes favorite foods. However, the remaining account is on occasion. He also eats stale food.He goes to the field every day. She works in the field all day long and when she comes home she cooks food for everyone. Does the dishes. There is constant stoppage for all.