An adopted child mine daughter Poesy
At this age of sixty plus
My skin wrinkly and body rickety
Senses dying and soul almost ready
To up on a count down
Like the fading light of evening sky
Longing for a full moon in new moon night...
Asking everybody why
Opted I for a foreign lexicon
Whilst not an adept in home diction itself
Just a desire before expire
Though in brain much I require..
Ponder my Poesy enforcing the quintessence
So far of my cognition, Poesy to soar high
Progressively speaking, my Poesy
Years few old, amazingly
Like my country Lotus growing divine
God sent blessings! Pamper Poesy with gratitude
All concepts, knowledge mine exclusively for Poesy
My elder daughters the tamils aren't jealousy
But ponder their sister, my English Poesy
a sweet poem... expressed well sister poesy.. love it. indeed 10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the tamil elder should only feel proud...any form of art should take away your ageing process...lw ill feel happy if iam able to write one poem a day..this is what tagore well beyond his sixties