The Punekar Love Story

Although this land is not my native,

But always have my keen eagerness

On its unknown hazy blue Sahyadri,

On the pious sounds of Sambhal

And the sweetest flower of Satara.

I can't interrupt my heart

I can't say its my Love

Or my soul mingles in the evening smoke of manapa Shivajinagar.

Or in the holly prayers of Dagdushet.