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1400 year 
(A translation effort of a composition of Rabindranath Tagore) 

Today. After a hundred years. 
You. You are a reader, passionate and avid one. 
Resonating in the verses of a poem. Mine. 
A curious one. 
Today. After a hundred years. 
Today. When the new spring sings in the morning chime. 
Any of those colors in flora and fauna. 
The fragrance, the song of the chirping bird. That wraps today. 
With the brightest red among roses in sight, on a wishful flight 
I , a vulnerable one, will fail, within, 
to belong there in love, with love, that brings of more 
Joyous tune along the lifelong shore. 
As they will be greeted as yours 
Today. After a hundred years. More. 
Still you will open the northern door of thine. 
And you will gaze there as your life will rejoice in divine. 
On that wider horizon, a twilight sky, enlightened 
where your verses will find your peace, serene and reigned. 
As brimming tears reflect on the tranquil imagination.  
Today. After a hundred years more. On a promising morn. 
Heaven. A distant tune in flight. Estranged in a world. But not in oblivion. 
Mingled in air, a song within souls.  
When thy soul rose, in an all-encompassing one. 
Those newer days of spring, tied in a chanting knot. In a joyful echo, of a flight of a song. 
That song, a fragrant one. 
Will find a gentle breeze blowing from the north, of yours. A gentle kind. 
That rushes through the colorful sky. 
Brushstrokes on a canvass. Colors of reasons. Colors of rhymes. 
On that day. A poet was born. With an earnest desire, within a song. 
Of verses of unseen, verses of an eternal dawn. 
Words. Blossoming in those verses, in colorful petals of a flower.  
In love of divine. 
One day. A hundred years before. 
One day. After a hundred years more. 
May your home be filled with warmth. Within. 
A new voice of a poem, A poet, A song, A hymn, bygone. 
Do you know the voice of him? 
The spring. In the gentlest of your muse. 
In you. In yours. An envelope to your ever-flowing brooks 
May thy song seasons the soul. 
And may thy heart find a love, in murmuring leaves, buzzing of bees 
New day, may thy soul be in Gods and green. 
Today. After a hundred years more. Longer than an eternal dawn.
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