in the deep shadows of the rainy July,
with secret steps,thou walkest,
silent as night ,eluding all watchers.
today the morning has closed its eyes,
heedless of the insistent calls of the loud east winds,
and a thick veil has been drawn over the ever wakeful blue sky.
the woodlands have hushed their songs.
and the doors are shut at every house.
thou art the solitary wayfarer in this deserted street.
oh my only friend,
my best beloved,thegates are open in my home-do not pass by like adream.
art thou abroad on this stormy night on the journey of love, my friend?
the sky groans like one in despair.
i have no sleep tonight.
ever and again i open the door and look out in the darkness, my friend.
i can see nothing be fore me.
i wonder where lies thy path!
by what dim shore of the ink black river,
by what far edge of the frowning forest,
through what mazy depth of gloom art though threading thy course
to come to me ,,my friend?
-----Rabindranath tagore
the answer to the wayfarers questions
even if the shadows of the rainy July may be deep
even if the night may be silent,
they make the dawn more beautiful
they make the chirp of the bird more cheerful
it is you who feels the morning has closed its eyes
remember ,mans most dangerous weapon is courage and hope
do not think as a thick veil has been drawn over the ever wakeful blue sky
take it as a challenge and remember the spring that comes after the winter
the woodlands may have hushed their song
the doors may be shut at every house
but i am not all alone
millions like you follow after me
my loyal follower
i am right inside
just look around
we close the door after the guest comes in
you need to just open your eyes and hope to see me inside your house
i am not abroad ,i am right in your heart
i am with you in the journey of life
console my disciples ,so that the sky wont seem to be groaning in despair
sleep peace fully ,now that you know i am there
your path will reveal itself as you move forward.
even if the path is dark,there is always the candle of hope
i lead the path through the ink black river of evil
the far edge of the frowning forest of corruption
and the mazy depth of cunning.
for you and only you ..
manas godbole
I liked your sentence"...take it as a challenge and remember the spring that comes after the winter..." the most.
ReplyDeleteI liked the positive approach in the entire note made by you.
Tagore was a great poet...Nobel prize winner... Can you guess what his mind was at when he wrote those lines? Certainly, he did not want to propagate negativity; then what is his message? Think, think and again think.
ABA