In your language
I want to talk to you,
And you are there
going out of truth.
How can I touch you?
The question is something new
but the answer is the same
old and is in queue.
I want my cloak back
but how you know the best,
and I want you present
without prudish proximity.
It is all combustion
our inseparable long relation.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Talking in our own language or in matru bhasha we feel the own ship, An amazing poem had been written by you Gajanan uncle.