This poem is dedicated to DebaratiGhosh and Avijit3001
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Sunday invoked a literary incense
The Kalibaari divined your form,
A tree with leaves of poetic felicity sprung to life with gold of spring
Guruji,
his humility patting us on our shoulders
The true blue blood of ages
Nobility of the other kind.
No one form, man or woman.
The Bengali hymn resounded again
A revolution of words sounded by conch shells.
Today Saraswati lowered her bounty,
affectionately close to earthly realm.
A procession of endearment,
startlingly simple,
like a playmate,
entered my dreamscape.
The wind ululates.
An unlettered stream from his hands carves such touchstones,
still immersed in revelations.
Then the epiphany settles for a dream,
by the antiquated pukur
where his mystique swims freestyle.
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Unrequited centuries are revived here,
the past is gently nudged.
The widow's lament
The married woman's predicament all infused,
infused with the song of reform.
The morning prayer routine that emerged from his beard,
a mark of such national penchant.
Glory indeed.
What do I do ?
In a half exhausted slumber
I clutch pages of his book,
like a long lost heirloom.
Collect one parting,
lasting droplet on the Neelkamals
on the pond.
A midsummer evocation by his brown statue by the Ganj.
His compassionate stature.
Water colours united in a performance.
At last,
I pick paper boats,
with a word
each from the Gitanjali,
dissolving in fountain ink.
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A poem to celebrate the birth anniversary of Nobel laureate Rabindranath Tagore, a national treasure.
#Kalibaari: a temple where Goddess Kali is worshipped.
#Pukur: pond in Bengali, the dominant language in west Indian state of Bengal.
#Gitanjali: name of one of Tagore's iconic poems.
#Neelkamal: blue waterlily/lotus, often a colour signifying an unique personality.
#Saraswati: Goddess of knowledge and learning.
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