Rabi is his name
He sheds lusre that is Geetabitan
But to me it IS the Geeta, the Bible, the Koran
And also it is my tonic.
I pasted it in every wall and in every table.
Rabindranath is his chaste name
Tagore is his surname.
To me he is very honoured one.
When I was obstinate, I was framed
And don't know which way to go
They called me a fool, They made me an idiot,
They treated me like an insipid
May be god is also one of their herd
As I was shuttled from one court to another
I ate too much of life as result I grew diabatic.
They fed me too much veg and non-veg
And in effect my digestive juice did not secrete enough.
Then I ate enough Rabindranath
‘GEETABITAN' was my tonic.
It helped me to vomit and appeased my stomach problem.
Now with every new I take a pill of Geetabin'
And sleep in my own arms,
With my own world hugged around.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good poems are curative. Burda of Imam Busoori; Narayaneeyam of Melpathoor Narayana bhattathiri, are also like that. They can give peace and Swatch Bhav to body and mind. You pointed rightly.