Not mine,
The language,
I know.
Not mine,
The neighbor
I have.
Not mine
My better half
I love.
And I face
All troubles.
Some say,
The problem lies
In my thoughts.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Gajanan looks through the most simplest things like neighbors and language and creates a poem. One that moves gently but forcefully.