Wake Up

Laziness is in your heart and sleep
fills your eyes knowing not the flower
is reigning in splendour among thorns!

Wake up my soul, waste not the time
any more, for at the end of the stony path
in the country of virgin solitude is my friend
sitting alone; disappoint him not!

The sky may pant and tremble with the heat
of the midday sun burning sand, spreading
its mantle of thirst, but you have joy in heart
in the depth, and at your footstep the harp
on your road will break into sweet music of pain!

Adopted from Tagore’s Gitanjali, poem 55

Henry Victor          12.12.2012

Time to Move

What delight is there in gazing at emptiness
missing the thrill of moving through the air
with those ecstatic notes of the distant song
floating from, and inviting to the other shore.

It is the moment to launch out my boat
and let go the lazy hours
of this shore to pass by.

The spring has done its flowering
and taken leave leaving me
with the burden of faded futile flowers
while I waited and loitered.

The waves have become clamorous
and in the shady lane on the bank
the yellow leaves flutter and fall.

Adopted from Tagore’s Gitanjali, poem 21

Henry Victor          25.09.2012