Your Flower

From your throne you came down with a flower

a prize, and stood at my cottage door, the corner
I was singing all alone when your ear
picked my melody, my music!

Masters are many in your hall and songs
are sung there at all hours, but a simple carol
a little lament song of this novice mingled
with the great music of the world is your pick!

Adopted from Tagore’s Gitanjali, poem 49

Henry Victor          31.12.2012

Bloomed in Heart

I was not aware that the lotus had bloomed
for my mind that day was straying nonstop
and the flower remained unnoticed
despite my flower basket being empty.

Now and again though sadness startled me
and I started up from my dream
feeling a sweet trace of a strange fragrance
carried by that south wind.

That vague sweetness made my soul
ache with longing and it seemed to me
that was the eager summer breath
seeking for its accomplishment.

I knew not then that it was so near
that it was mine and that this
perfect sweetness had blossomed
deep in the depth of my own heart.

Adopted from Tagore’s Gitanjali, poem 20

Henry Victor          28.09.2012