Thakur..
Gurudev!
The man with that flowy beard,
Fluid robes and long hair,
Whose picture hung on the wall,
Whose books decorated the shelves in the hall,
Holding an important position in my parents' lives,
He always seemed to capture their hearts..
As a child, I would always wonder who he was!
The house reverberated with Rabindra Sangeet,
His songs, his music, his creations..
And as I grew, I too started falling in love
With this boy from Jorasanko...Robi,
The sage of Bolpur, the teacher of Shantiniketan,
The writer, poet, painter,
Playright, essayist and composer,
Whose Dak Ghar in my eyes still brings tears,
Performing on his songs- the ritu ranga and the nritya natya,
I travelled deep into the worlds of Charulata and Bhikareeni,
Happily I would playact Chandalika, Chitrangada and Shyama;
Pouring through Noshto Neer, Ghare Baire, Gora,
Raktakarabi, Bishorjon, Jogajog, Chhelebela,
Not to forget this Nobel Laureate's offering of songs...
Gitanjali!
The Jana Gana Mana and Aamaar Shonaar Baanglaa,
Sung as anthems of two nations,
To be remembered forever, by generations,
This Bard of Bengal,
With an appeal international,
Is a gem precious,
My 'Kobi Guru',
I bow my head in obeissance!
©®Madhumita
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