Thursday, 3 April 2014



APRIL-3        


                                               Rabindranath Tagore
                                             courtesy : google image

Gems of words tied up with tune
Opened and a fairy escaped
Holding my hand
Flew to a faraway land
The man with long white beard smiled
Handed me the treasure trove of such gems
And I played with the fairy all my childhood
The gems are so shiny
That even in darkness the maze of life glows
Showing paths
Helps carving our own way
Old man
Let thy words be my ambrosia
In my twilight hours

posted for Sam's prompt Avant-Edge : Innocence and Experience @ Real Toads
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12 comments:

  1. Mary3 April 2014 at 04:21

    Sumana, your poem sent me to Wikipedia to research Mr. Tagore; and what a wonderful source of inspiration he must have been. I love the last two lines of your poem.

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    1. Sumana Roy3 April 2014 at 06:22

      Thanks Mary..I owe my wonderful childhood to this man to a large extent...his poems, stories came to me through my parents..my father could recite his poems very well and ah... those soul stirring songs of Tagore were sung by the leading artists of Bengal....our ears were glued to the radio..we didn't have TV in those days...

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  2. Unknown3 April 2014 at 06:41

    I love this poem Sumana - I too had to look up your inspiration. An amazing Man I'm happy to be introduced to him through your Gems of Words. "Even in Darkness the Maze of LIfe Grows" - this is exactly what I meant by feeling we can only express in poetry.

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  3. Kerry O'Connor3 April 2014 at 08:44

    Good to know the hand of innocence is there to guide us beyond malign experience.

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  4. Unknown3 April 2014 at 10:57

    Your last three lines are incredibly powerful. A nice cadence throughout as well. Enjoyed this one.

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  5. Scarlet3 April 2014 at 14:52

    I have read something of his work and it is indeed inspiring ~ Lovely to read that he too inspires you from childhood to twilight hours ~

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  6. Wendy Bourke3 April 2014 at 15:36

    Beautiful - Just Beautiful ! ! !

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  7. Ella3 April 2014 at 17:39

    This is sweet and decadent! I enjoyed how you layered your poem~

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  8. Margaret3 April 2014 at 17:45

    What lovely eyes and smile he has. "And I played with the fairy all my childhood" What a fantastic expression!

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  9. Susie Clevenger3 April 2014 at 20:33

    Old man
    Let thy words be my ambrosia
    In my twilight hours....love that!! Beautiful piece!!

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  10. Krishna/കൃഷ്ണ3 April 2014 at 21:24

    Beautiful poem...

    thanks

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  11. Gabriella4 April 2014 at 01:08

    I knew his name but have no idea want his poems are like. I liked how you simply portrayed the way he inspired you.

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