Tagore's ‘short Story' Redefined Poem by Md. Ziaul Haque

Tiny calibre, petty agony, a few words of grief,
Elegant and lucid indeed,
Myriad of oblivious parts floating away on a daily basis,
A few fragments of those are in need.

Neither the vivid touch nor the opulence of incidents,
Devoid of data as well as precept,
Soul, left with unquenchable thirst, yearns to conclude,
Seems finished not so entirely yet!

Short story is not in essence miniature,
Alive with the titanic yarn of human nature.