कोविडच्या हॉस्पिटलायझेशनमध्ये माझी अवस्था बिकट असताना 'घनतमी' ऐकायचो... आताच वेळ आली तर खचायला नको ही उभारी आली त्यातून... रुग्णशय्येवरतीच केलेला हा अनुवाद....

Aye, morose mind, believe your eyes
see, the Venus- above the darkness rise

Step out, break out of your shell,
smell the air, so pure and well
why lock yourself in your own hell?
just fly out and soar in the skies

The flower becomes a fruit in a while
A tree shoots from a seed in the soil
A shimmering flame was once but oil
In death, you see, foreverness lies

Why in vain, should you then fear
death that draws the heavens near?
Like a mother awaits her child so dear
for a hug, in disguise

Credit : Shri Yogesh Damle : "A communications professional, former correspondent at NDTV, occasional
screenwriter & lyricist. Connoisseur of Marathi Literature. Indebted to its littérateurs."