Amidst all clatter
I hear a song.
Of the winds.
Wild, loose notes striking deep.
No words or voices clear -
Still a song
Mellifluous ,enchanting.
A song that runs into emptiness,
filling it with melody.
The song of the winds.
I cannot remember my mother,
only sometime in the midst of my play
a tune seems to hover over my playthings,
the tune of some song that she used to
hum while rocking my cradle.
I cannot remember my mother
but when in the early autumn morning
the smell of the shiuli flowers floats in the air,
the scent of the morning service in the
temple comes to me as the scent of my mother.
I cannot remember my mother
only when from bedroom window
I send my eyes into the blue of the distant sky,
I feel that the stillness of my mother's gaze on my face
has spread all over the sky.
~Rabindranath Tagore
Note : This was one of the earliest poems I read,loved and cherished.
only sometime in the midst of my play
a tune seems to hover over my playthings,
the tune of some song that she used to
hum while rocking my cradle.
I cannot remember my mother
but when in the early autumn morning
the smell of the shiuli flowers floats in the air,
the scent of the morning service in the
temple comes to me as the scent of my mother.
I cannot remember my mother
only when from bedroom window
I send my eyes into the blue of the distant sky,
I feel that the stillness of my mother's gaze on my face
has spread all over the sky.
~Rabindranath Tagore
Note : This was one of the earliest poems I read,loved and cherished.
Comments
Nice poem and great blog!
p.s: For some godforsaken reason I just LOVE the word Mellifluous :)
Thanks !
:)
Thanks !
Mellifluous sounds great, may be thats why you LOVE it.
P.S. : What's the meaning of your name ?
Thanks baby :)
Thanks !
Thanks a lot !!