Tagore and me...

Of fondness,and habit,in bits
Tagore grows some more age.

Some of it,dipped in the morning tea
Some of it mixed with the rice and fish bones.

The moments are captured,easily
In courtesy of Tagore.

I start with Tagore
And end in Tagore...







My childish games,my cravings
They are entirely mine.

What if,they don't wear
Tagore's cloak?

My thoughts,let them be
Painted in my commas and full-stops.

Living with Tagore,I will
Write something,my very own.....