Shabda suchena...

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aaj maan sangayla shabda suchena
ya andharya ratri aj mala ratra disena
vaat vahe pudhe pudhe
pan marga kahi sapdena
aaj maan sangayla shabda suchena

halkech koni ishara dyawa
swapnana nava ranga dyawa
asa bhaas hoina
aaj maan sangayla shabda suchena

kiti ashya weli
laplya mani
ghadla khp kahi
pan bolale konich nahi
tya ratri waat thambli pan maan thambena
aaj maan sangayla shabda suchena

maitrichi ek waat disawi
ya andharat koni saath dyawi
garaz asta konich yeina
aaj maan sangayla shabda suchena

aat kuthetari dheer milawa mani
vaat swatahun milawi ashi-
pudhe baghta dise lakkha prakash
maage pahata dise chandra nabhat!
he samjawaya mani kalena
aaj maan sangayla shabda suchena...!!!

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