Hello blogpals, hope you liked my maiden article in Daijiworld. felt really good to see 60 plus comments in there and a note from the Editor asking for more! Can I ask for more? No pun intended there though..
Well I wanted to pay the late (great) Rabindranath Tagore some tribute and came across this lovely poem by him which I can't, but help, post.
Such poise and beauty with which he handles a given subject is beyond me. A great inspiration indeed. Jai Ho to you GURUDEV!
Where are those tears in your eyes, my child?
How horrid of them to be always scolding you for nothing!
You have stained your fingers and face with ink while writing-
is that why they call you dirty?
O, fie! Would they dare to call the full moon dirty because
it has smudged its face with ink?
For every little trifle they blame you, my child. They are
ready to find fault for nothing.
You tore your clothes while playing-is that why they call you
O, fie! What would they call an autumn morning that smiles
through its ragged clouds?
Take no heed of what they say to you, my child.
They make a long list of your misdeeds.
Everybody knows how you love sweet things-is that why they
call you greedy?
O, fie! What then would they call us who love you