A handful of rain can drench me to the skin, A little sun can light up my eyes, A puff of breeze lends me its wings, In a little seclusion my heaven lies.
It's true, I think of enormous constellations, And the images of great continental drift, Shuffle in my mind's vision, And from my mundane drudgery, casually lifts.
I have been musing for eons it seems, Like the bronze cast of Rodin's Thinking Man, I have lived on a shoestring; That's no loss, till I harbor my grand plans.
My thoughts are a prayer for all, I wish my breath left a mark upon the air, It has been always so, far as I could recall, Though the world can do without my care.
But how I long for a little love, That my congealed heart may get unfurled, A little; my heart will flutter like a dove, The rest I would love to share with the world.
Transcreation of the poem Ananta prem from the collection Manasi by Rabindranath Tagore.
This is an astounding poem, from style, imagery and poetic emotion. Original and moving. A true pleasure to read. Thank you.
pilipubul 13-Sep-2013 11:22 AM
My poem has nothing to do with Tagore's Ananta Prem (Eternal Love) in his anthology Manasi. It is no way a transcreation or even inspired by his famous poem. The disclaimer appearing at the end of the poem is not mine. It is an editorial insertion. I discovered it suddenly after visiting this webpage after a gap of several years.
