(phul bale.. dhanya ami)
The flower.. murmurs..
I am.. blessed I was born on the earth..
god.. in this humble home.. I pray to you..
Help me forget..
I was birthed.. on the dust..
My heart.. is not soiled..
Lean down.. from heaven..take a look..
see.. my blossoms.. thrill.. and throb..
Lend.. me your smallest.. touch..
Bless.. this darling of the dust,
A salute.. to you.. from mother.. earth..
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