He lives-
his each breath
is a calm, placid word
with a shelter,
with the southerly breeze
tucked inside-
to give me a home,
to blow away the sobs still left-
He sings-
his each note
is a cloud-sail
with a fiery dream,
with a skein of geese
flecked on it-
to kindle my soul,
to make it forever free-
He is a forever giver.
Posted for Susan’s Midweek Motif ~ Charity @ Poets United
sumanar/lekha 
Yes, yes–so Tagore’s words shelter those who sink deeply in them, who allow them to help us fly again. This poem makes me very happy, and I think he would love it, too.
It is wonderful thought that a person such as Tagore is a giver forever with the power of his words.
That’s beautiful.. though when Tagore wrote, I wonder if he was trying to be charitable? Yet some words can become lifesavers.
I like this gentleman of which you speak. How wonderful,
He sings-
his each note
is a cloud-sail
with a fiery dream,
with a skein of geese
flecked on it-
to kindle my soul,
to make it forever free-
Beautiful write – you capture charity uniquely
How wonderful. He lives, as his words speak to our hearts. A lovely compliment to his greatness
Happy you dropped by my blog today Sumana
Much💗love
His compositions still give us peace and tell us to be harmonious, indeed a giver always.
This is so incredibly beautiful, Sumana – the words that make a shelter, “each note is a cloud-sail with a fiery dream” with a skein of geese flecked on it.” How gorgeous this poem is! As beautiful as any one of his.
A forever giver indeed. This is truly lovely Sumana!
He is a forever giver – I love the thoughts that circle around that.
Beautiful lines, Sumana:
‘with the southerly breeze
tucked inside-
to give me a home’.
True! Tagore’s poems, songs, novels, short stories, critical essays, and other writings have vastly enriched the cultural environment of this world,…What a generous man! Loved your poem, esp the beautiful lines, Sumana. 🙂
Poets and their poems can always rekindle life within us. I’m glad Tagore and his poetry do that for you.