I met Tagore on the streets
humming to wonders he create
seeing halo around his head
illumination of words from his mouth
slowly I asked him
what does it take for man to be happy?
let life be beautiful like summer flowers
and death like autumn leaves
he read word for word
rhymth for rhymth
as if he wanted to anchor it deep down
in my heart.
cry not over your losses
but count your blessings
why ponder where it wilted
when you can look where it bloomed?
we're all made of stardust
hands of creation sweated in making us
fragile hearts, sun-beamed cheeks
love of god, soul of gold.
there is no need to be upset
for that our hearts thrive to beat
our lungs thrive to breathe
as plants thrive towards light
we too, have to step away from the shadow
let light run down our face
submerging to our body, soul and spirit.
29/3/2021.
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