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.