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धूळभरल्या अक्षरांची पापणी उघडली जाते असह्य पोरकेपणाने... आणि सरकत जातो डोळाभर रस्त्यावरून तुझ्या आठवणींचा बेहद्द लमाण तांडा. मी तुला रूतेनच निमुळत्या पायांच्या फिक्या चंद्ररंगी जोडव्यातून, मी तुझ्यात विखरेनच अंगोपांगी आरश्यातून स्पर्शाळत्या प्रतिबिंबातून. तू फक्त कविता हो माझ्या अक्षरांपलिकडची दुःखाचा लमाणी बाज पांघरून.

Bruised and tired, Wounded and mired, I have returned to you, O great Motherland, beloved and revered. Under your wings, let me heal Nuggets of life, let me steal Let my eyes savour, Your soothing sights, Let your cool breezes propel, My deflated spirit's flights. Let me embrace my rocks and trees, Let me drink my rivers and seas, Let me hear my kith and kin, Let me live the fest and din. O great wheel of time, For a while, rest, Let me recuperate, In my beloved Mother's nest. Far and wide, I shall fly from this perch, But beloved Mother, You are and to you belong, All the ends of my search. Nikhil.