Gitanjali

Gentle you were, in your smile Involuntarily shaking limbs, until your Tiny frame, into my hands, it slipped Amusing me with gorgeous amusements Negating in me those moments of meaninglessness Joyfully, with tiny fingers Affecting more life into my faltering being Like the season of spring Invigorating the shuddering mother earth Vanished with your birth were Ills that crippled us for fourteen years Causing us to sing those songs That makes God leap and dance! Overwhelmed by a sudden birth, and Remembering Tagore, we named you Gitanjali