Member Poem

Not only in raveling reminiscence, but as a rhythm each moment –
Sonorous tunes reverberate..
Of your words- gilded, your inscriptions - imprinted and canvassed in our heart of hearts – whether in trance or in auroral awakening.
Ingenuous years of childhood are embossed in the serenading simplicity of ‘Shahojpath’, the panoramic pulchritude of the erstwhile-
Cacophonous Calcutta like a patina paint prevails – in your ‘ Chhelebela’.
Midst the verdure of concrete, though we reside –
In metallic melancholy, still swirling in the mellow of the zestful zephyr of your spring-symphonies.
We are agog – in agility of the waverly visage of the cascading sea
Tagore – you have taught us, how - wearing the kohl of mirage, we behold the ‘’truth’’ - bruised and pained.
Be it mirth-munificence or the philosophy of love -
lustre of your opal glow – brighter than incandescent flames – like traversing touchstones, dance – diademed within our soul.
I stand beneath the expansive azure, unbound, in the frolic of onyx seas-
Embraced by tides – high and low, I discover divine mantras – of peace, in you, Tagore.
You have endowed us with a fecund fulcrum – enlightening treasure – trove that will speak to us for aeons and aeons…….

* 'Shahojpath'(Easy Read) and 'Chhelebela'(Childhood) are books by Tagore.