Rabindranath Tagore’s ‘My Song’
Rabindranath Tagore was an influential philosopher, visual artist, playwright, novelist, and composer from Bengal, India. Popularly known as Gurudev, he won the 1913 Nobel Prize in Literature.
‘My Song’ is from ‘The Crescent Moon,’ Tagore’s translations into English of a collection of Bengali poetry.
This song of mine will wind its music around you,
my child, like the fond arms of love.The song of mine will touch your forehead
like a kiss of blessing.When you are alone it will sit by your side and
whisper in your ear, when you are in the crowd
it will fence you about with aloofness.My song will be like a pair of wings to your dreams,
it will transport your heart to the verge of the unknown.It will be like the faithful star overhead
when dark night is over your road.My song will sit in the pupils of your eyes,
and will carry your sight into the heart of things.And when my voice is silenced in death,
my song will speak in your living heart.
My Grandma
My grandma, Smt. B. S. Mahadevamma passed away two Saturdays ago, on the 24th of November, eight days before I would have seen her in Bangalore, India. As her first grandchild, I retain very fond memories of her.
Last year December, she had recollected her experiences growing up, discussed her large family and had described change during her lifetime. When I would return this year, I had promised to, among other things, watch her favorite movies with her and take her on an airplane. Frail and old, she was filled with tears as she had come to the door to bid me goodbye. Deep down in my mind, I had wondered if I would see her again. Yet, I had said, “Grandma, I will see you next year.”
Goodbye Grandma; I will miss you!
Call for Action
Cherish your loved ones everyday.
Pick-up the phone and call them. Write to them. Better yet, visit them. Be grateful for the difference they have made in your life.
There may never be a tomorrow.