Remembering Tagore the Bard
It is our bard's day
The eighth of May
Nay, actually
The world’s day for the second bard
For the subtle web of light and shade
Blades of grass for our mind’s eyes
The boundless sky of our psyche
Sort of haikus from the sparks
Of pains and pleasure
Of the everyday life
In amity and strife
That Rabindranath Tagore served
In a tremendous verve
Through his lyrics and libretto
Are intense and touching to any sensitive mind
The coloured bubbles made everlasting
The supple music enchanting
And all dappled in cultured sentiments
Of sorrows and merriment
Of rain and sun
Of tales done and undone
Of days begun and gone
Every nuance finding aesthetic expression
In rhythmic dance of words and phrases
From the blue water
To our dear ledges
To be enjoyed by all perceptive intellect
And in effect
Regardless of nation and culture
Loving freedom from bondage of habits and beliefs
Relief from boredom into what is handsome
With its sun-lit door
Always open towards the river
And from there
Leading you back to the shore
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May 8, 2016, Kolkata
Copyright © Probir Gupta | Year Posted 2016
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