With all respects due to the late John Denver, here is something I came up with during one of my more homesick moments.

If you are miffed over sahyadris being called "mountains" or Mula-Mutha being called river, check my wallet and you will see the "Poetic License" numbered D4-6363501, valid upto 25th August 2080.

Take me home

Almost heaven west Maharashtra
Sahyadri Mountains Mula-Mutha river
Life is old there older than the trees
Younger than the mountains blowin' like a breeze
Country roads take me home
To the place I belong
West Maharashtra mountain momma
Take me home country roads
All my memories gather round her
Engineer's lady stranger to blue water
Dark and dusty painted on the sky
Misty taste of moonshine teardrop in my eyes
Country roads take me home
To the place I belong
West Maharashtra mountain momma
Take me home country roads
I hear a voice in the morning how she calls me
The radio reminds me of my home far away
Drivin' down the road I get a feelin'
That I should been home yesterday yesterday
Country roads take me home
To the place I belong
West Maharashtra mountain momma
Take me home country roads
Country roads take me home
To the place I belong
West Maharashtra mountain momma
Take me home country roads
Take me home country roads
Take me home country roads