God Seems To Be A Classmate Of Tagore Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

God seems to be a nursery schoolmate of Tagore
In Gitanjali,
A classmate of his,
Going to the pathshala,
The guru’s school
With a slate and a lime stick pencil
And a jute knapsack to sit on
Under the shade of a hamlet-area tree.

Two boys, ill-fed and ill-clothed,
A little bit toothless,
Clumsy and uncouth,
But simple and pure,
Innocent and ignorant of;
The shirt buttonless,
Loose and hanging over
And the shorts too similar,
With one hand upping the loose shorts
And while the other holding the things
And going.