[Today according to Bengali calendar is 25th Baishakh (9th May) . Tagore's Birth anniversary. As a poetry-writer of contemporary time, I put some straight lines which I feel more important rather than to compose another poem. It's my confession.]
Bow down my head
To the light of creation
Refracted through a poet's talent
Universal yet I feel it's my own indeed
Beauty of soul reflected through the heart
Beauty of heart reflected through his words and tunes
And flowing with same frequency and fragrance
Decays after decays as civilized human soul
Radiations of thought
To attain the self of ultimate self
No parameter yet I know
To measure its aesthetic height
The poet created and composed
Yet so warm to console my heart which bleeds
Everyday getting hurt with thwarted interactions
Bow down my head
To the mysterious light of his creation
Universal but becomes my own to inspire myself
Just for the sake of human civilization
To keep its sanctity and existence!
Pranab k c
09/05/2017
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem