Tagore

 

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

13 thoughts on “Tagore

  1. 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-

  2. 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

  3. 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.

  4. 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. 🙂

Thank You :)

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