The Flower by Kumud Biswas SignUp
Boloji.com
Boloji
Home Kabir Poetry Blogs BoloKids Writers Contribute Search Contact Site Map Advertise RSS Login Register
Boloji
New | A | B | C | D | E | F | G | H | I | J | K | L | M | N | O | P | Q | R | S | T | U | V | W | X | Y | Z | Ed's Choice | Articles | Knowledge Zone | Themes | Submit
Channels

In Focus

Analysis
Cartoons
Education
Environment
Going Inner
Opinion
Photo Essays

Columns

A Bystander's Diary
Business
My Word
PlainSpeak
Random Thoughts

Our Heritage

Architecture
Astrology
Ayurveda
Buddhism
Cinema
Culture
Dances
Festivals
Hinduism
History
People
Places
Sikhism
Spirituality
Vastu
Vithika

Society & Lifestyle

Family Matters
Health
Parenting
Perspective
Recipes
Society
Teens
Women

Creative Writings

Book Reviews
Ghalib's Corner
Humor
Individuality
Literary Shelf
Love Letters
Memoirs
Musings
Quotes
Ramblings
Stories
Travelogues
Workshop

Computing

CC++
Computing Articles
Flash
Internet Security
Java
Linux
Networking
Theme: Beauty Share This Page
The Flower
by Kumud Biswas
Bookmark and Share
 
The flower was waiting for you, O girl,
In the branch of the tree
Under the shade of the leaves.
Touched by your breath
Its heart has blossomed
Looking at your face what it sees!
 
It says, ‘Long ago in the primeval dawn
We had woken up together
And together we have been bound since then
In the same rhythm.
 
In a misty light in the breeze of life
We drifted together
Who knows how we parted our ways.
 
To fulfill what secret scheme of creation
Through ages we are born into new lives
In new lands in new times.
 
At last I met you and realized
I am standing still where I was in that primeval dawn
But you have found your ultimate end.
 
We have retained that primal rhythm in our bodies
It eternally flows unseen in the heart of our being
And here we are alike.
I don’t know where it goes, what it expects
This much I realize now, my friend –
In me beauty has stood still
But in you it has become love.’
 
Translation of the poem Puspa from the collection Bichitrita by Rabindranath Tagore. The original poem is at http://www.rabindra-rachanabali.nltr.org/node/14258
November 10 ,2011
More by :  Kumud Biswas
Views: 1
Share This Page
Post a Comment
Bookmark and Share
Name*
Email ID  (will not be published)
Comment
Verification Code*
Can't read? Reload
Please fill 5 characters from the above captcha code for verification.

    

 








A Bystander's Diary Analysis Architecture Astrology Ayurveda Book Reviews
Buddhism Business Cartoons CC++ Cinema Computing Articles
Culture Dances Education Environment Family Matters Festivals
Flash Ghalib's Corner Going Inner Health Hinduism History
Humor Individuality Internet Security Java Linux Literary Shelf
Love Letters Memoirs Musings My Word Networking Opinion
Parenting People Perspective Photo Essays Places PlainSpeak
Quotes Ramblings Random Thoughts Recipes Sikhism Society
Spirituality Stories Teens Travelogues Vastu Vithika
Women Workshop
RSS Feed RSS Feed Home | Privacy Policy | Disclaimer | Site Map
No part of this Internet site may be reproduced without prior written permission of the copyright holder.
Developed and Programmed by ekant solutions