Editing poem was the genesis - scribbles to cover up the unwanted. manuscripts became pieces of art - his calligraphy and doodles. The pen which created magic with words, started playing with lines and curves. Art was intrinsic - mediums differ. Shifts from words to figures became frequent. The Poet started writing poems and stories with his paint brush. He left his paintings unnamed - for you to imagine - sensible souls.
of late came the wish
to express thoughts with brushes -
spring came in colours
Mediums or forms of art can not create barriers for a genius while shifting from one medium to another, even without proper training in the later art form. Naturally, the great genius did not find any difficulty in expressing himself through paintings in his late sixties. Thanks for sharing a rarest of rare creations about the genius in the form of a haiku.10++ points.
I do appreciate your well thought comments and thank you for reading this micro poem. Writing anything about Rabindranath gives me immense pleasure. Warm regards.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nice haiku. I understand it is about Rabindranath Tagore but it is nevertheless universal. The image of his manuscript is wonderful. I cannot say I have read widely but 'Fireflies' is one of my most favorite poems. I have to ask you if you are related?
Thank you so much for enjoying my humble write. Warm regards.