नाजुक कळी
वारा आला सळसळून गेला,
एका नाजुक कळीला दुःखावून.....
दुःखात भर टाकित तिच्या,
भवराहि आला नि त्रुप्त झाला तिचा रस पिऊन...
ह्रिदय कळिचे इवलेसे, झाले ती दुःखी,
परी करे सगळ्यांंना सुगंध देवूनी आनंदी....
I do not have command over a language
I do not have command over a language, But I use it to give all commands the same. I don't have enough words to craft a poem, But I use enough to share my thoughts by name. English is not native to me, it's true, But it’s the bridge through which my voice breaks through. I may not have the perfect words to say, But what I feel, I’ll find a way. Though my phrases sometimes falter, In this language, I still alter, What’s in my heart, so you can see, The thoughts that rise, the soul of me. -Rohini Bhute Gawali
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