Not only in raveling reminiscence, but as a rhythm each moment – Sonorous tunes reverberate.. Of your words- gilded, your inscriptions - imprinted and canvassed in our heart of hearts – whether in trance or in auroral awakening. Ingenuous years of childhood are embossed in the serenading simplicity of ‘Shahojpath’, the panoramic pulchritude of the erstwhile- Cacophonous Calcutta like a patina paint prevails – in your ‘ Chhelebela’. Midst the verdure of concrete, though we reside – In metallic melancholy, still swirling in the mellow of the zestful zephyr of your spring-symphonies. We are agog – in agility of the waverly visage of the cascading sea Tagore – you have taught us, how - wearing the kohl of mirage, we behold the ‘’truth’’ - bruised and pained. Be it mirth-munificence or the philosophy of love - lustre of your opal glow – brighter than incandescent flames – like traversing touchstones, dance – diademed within our soul. I stand beneath the expansive azure, unbound, in the frolic of onyx seas- Embraced by tides – high and low, I discover divine mantras – of peace, in you, Tagore. You have endowed us with a fecund fulcrum – enlightening treasure – trove that will speak to us for aeons and aeons……. * 'Shahojpath'(Easy Read) and 'Chhelebela'(Childhood) are books by Tagore.