Since I live in a foreign place in Maratha <br />A primordially new dialect <br />Moulds to us <br />Even to our tongues <br />Flourishes Maratha Pungent <br />Even our blooming too <br />Rings out Vidarbha Veenas <br /> <br />Only whenever in a mass <br />Foreigner Ants come face to face <br />And sing in a whispering crescendo <br />Their mother-tongue, the songs<br /><br />CHOUDHURI SUKUMAR<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dialektos/
