A tribute to Tagore, the old and the young eternal, (ode to a photographic portrayal of a Mortal Great, A Godly One in Human Shape, The Greatest Bard)

Found Thou,
So Young
Standing Tall
God,

Standing there,
With a scroll of paper,
An adulation (?)
In Thy Hands,

At a Park perhaps,
Taking in the Air,

Such a Way,
Yours,

Lord,

What a way,
Thou keep Your Poetry
Spread ,
Holding a sway,
Onto me,
And on US All,

After so many years,
Centuries as through us,
Had like waters of Rivers passed,

Thou,
Standing poised,

Lord,
With such a Genesis
Of Poesy
Scrolled
In Thy Divine Immortal Hands.

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