Visiting Tagore's Home In Kolkata, India Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Visiting Tagore's Home In Kolkata, India



Listening to truths of this time, spreading the beauty of
what once was Tagore's life, where he lived, ate, became
who he was, a great poet in India.

Visions of his greatness lie about, preserved with great
care and respect, always carrying on what he did and meant
for the world through his simplicity.

Having profound integrity and ingenuity, listening to
these truths being told by a Professor, now teaching here
in Tagore's home which has been turned into a college.

Writing thoughts coming to mind while walking through his
home, brings about a reverence that is felt, can never be
denied, only listened to in this innate atmosphere.

Sunday, May 1, 2016
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Inspired by a quiet reverence as I walked through Tagore's home with my friend and his boyhood friend, now a Professor teaching there.
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