एक पाहुणी पोरगी पाणी शेंदायला येते आणि जराश्या उन्हानं फूल पळसाचं होते कसे खुणावती डोळे कसे खुणावती हात जणू अंधार राहतो आजूबाजूच्या डोळ्यात आडापुढची खिडकी मुका हवेत सोडते आणि पाहुण्या पोरीच्या मनी मोहोळ फुटते ..सारा दीस आडावर तरी भरे ना घागर एक पाहुणी पोरगी गेली विसरून घर.. वैभव देशमुख

A builder builded a temple he wrought it with grace & skill pillars & groins & arches all fashioned to work his will men said as the saw it's beauty, "it shall never know decay great is thy skill o builder! thy fame shall endure for aye!" A mother builded a temple with loving & infinite care planning each arch with patience lying each stone with prayer None praised her unceasing efforts none knew of her wonderous plan for the temple the mother builded was unseen by the eyes of man Gone is the builder's temple crumpled into the dust low lies each stately pillar food for consum