A century hence from today
Who art thou reading a poem mine,
With curiosity-
A century hence from today;
Perhaps me wilt not be able to send to You
The joys of the newest spring day,
Sharing with You a bud, a blossom, a song of a bird,
A word for the beauteous dusk,
Filled with love for you , mine,
Drenched for You, all,
A century hence from today,
Filled with the joys of the newest spring day,
I will not be able to send,Happiness of the day,
To You.
(*Note : the transliteration is done by me, as a humble tribute to Rabindranath Tagore, on His Birth Anniversary)
* beautiful lines.
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I may not be here
tomorrow, but my dreams
may wander here..
after visiting a field
* beautiful lines.
ReplyDeleteJust reminded a haiku.
I may not be here
tomorrow, but my dreams
may wander here..
after visiting a field
Love n regards Ravindran :-)
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