All the songs you never wrote

All the songs you never wrote

Fill a raindrop in the eye,

What you wrote, rises like a n’orwester 

A smile upon a summer sky

For your works are sealed in golden words

That even time cannot forget,

The notes transcend these mortal souls

Beyond banal love and hate

But more than all the moving words,

A grander gift you’ve sown

You have inspired souls with that urge to write -

Each now, an artist on his own

That melancholy in subtle grace

Has countered endless tears,

In the darkest night, your verses strong

Has helped conquer those fears

And many have picked, in that wake

The quill of written dreams

Wrapping griefs and joys of life

In countless paper reams 

An autumn line has sparked a book,

A single word - a song,

That ‘small rivulet’ has turned a sea,

That legacy is so strong

And even those who ink not words,

On your rostrum works, they stand

Creating Gora, a Postmaster

Lost in a dreamy land

The n’orwester rains here everyday,

These summers are not dry,

For you’ve ensured there’s always shades

Of indigo in the sky

What more can we then ask?

You have shown us all the way

Rest then, for all the songs you never wrote -

Are being written everyday…

-A tribute to Rabindranath Tagore, cover art : Ayan

18th September, 2020