God, Man and Nature holding dialogues
In Tagore’s Gitanjali,
Man the traveller
On the way of life
Resting under a tree,
Going it all alone,
Sometimes in the sun,
Sometimes in the shade of.
Man the passenger,
God the Ferryman
Ferrying across the boat
To the other side of the river,
Man a pilgrim
Setting out on the pilgrimage of life
And the way long and wearisome,
Tiresome and exhausting,
Going round the up-hill,
Zigzagged, stony, craggy and curving.
God the Singer Divine
Singing the song
And the reeds breaking forth,
Tunes swaying it all,
Rhythms charming,
God the Flutist
Fluting the flute of man
And his life,
Taking far away momentarily
From the pains of human life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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