O Tagore

O Tagore ...
Don't you feel ?
you were blessed
with mercy of
The most trustworthy legend ...

Its not about 
your verses ...
It is about 
the wave ran through you
which was the precious gift
from the one,
whom you loved most...
 
the reflections of life,
I can see,
from the magical mirror 
of the beautiful Gitanjali ....

The bonding with mighty God
I can feel through the fragrance
of your words...
of course ...
He is my friend, philosopher, Guide 
and the same is about you....
so,
I think, we can be friends...
What you say ?
Mr. Tagore 

O Tagore ....
Can we become friends ?
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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Bocsa Avatar
April 17, 2016 at 12:53 PM
Surprised and impressed: A poem about Tagore is an act of courage and a risk. Your case is a happy one. One day I walked in his garden, too. Or as it is said:Et ego Arcadia. Also, I imagine the friend of my friend must be my friend.
Hirwe Avatar
April 17, 2016 at 1:20 PM
Dear Ovidiu Bocsa, Thanks for your complement... I hope we will be in touch in this garden of poetry
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