Here the poetess says, when she(a poetess) plays with words she writes poems. At night when all are sleeping she writes poems. That time she is not a wife, friend or a beloved person. That time she is only a bag(bhaataa) full of arrows(baan) of words. With the help of these words she gives birth…

Soil on this earth becomes hot in summer(grishm) season. In this season when rain(valiv) pours on this earth, wind becomes mad by wet fragrance of soil. Pruthvi(earth), Aap(water), Tej(flame), Vaayu(air), Aakaash(sky) these are called Panch-maha-bhute. When Valiv-rain comes on this earth these panch-maha-bhute also becomes mad and starts dancing madly. At this moment our mind…

When the poetess sees orange coloured stalks of flower Prajakta, she feels that these stalks are like lips. She feels that these lips(stalks) are showering alphabets and words. She says that, her hands are full of these flowers. हे देठ केशरी प्राजक्ताचे फुलले जणु ओठ कुणाचे हळवे ओले हसले अक्षरे बरसली झिमझिम ओठांमधुनी अन शब्दफुलांनी…