In the Saffron state
As his body lay on the pyre
even the skies burned saffron to pay their respect
A million lives touched
He lived his life by a simple code
"Be proud to call yourself Marathi
and be proud to call Maharashtra your abode"
Misunderstood, misinterprated, misquoted,
Never underestimated, feared, respected,
We never need to thank him for all he did for for
For in a true Marathi household
We never thank our family for being there for us whenever we need
For many he gave strength and hope
When things looked bleak, he made us look harder
We may have lost the father of our nation years before
but today we lost our grandfather
Adopted an entire state, took care of each and every one
He brought people out from the cold, and right into his home
Helped people selflessly, loved unconditonally,
He dared to speak what everyone was too afraid to do themselves
He dared to speak out every Marathi mind
In the Saffron state
As the tiger roars no more,
What would happen to his house, we now suspect
As his body lay on the pyre
even the skies burned saffron to pay their respect
In the Saffron state
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