Oblations To Gurudev Tagore Poem by Ravi Panamanna

Oh Gurudev! Before the Sun
We too offer our oblations.
We too make our presence
But our reservoirs are less.

Yet, we are forging ahead
Life is perennial mead.
In that emerging dales
Our pen has all idiosyncrasies.

Every pen is a different river
Poetry is timeless, has a tenor.
All the rivers take different courses,
The ocean is the final witness.

Till our last breath
Voices will bounce and bequeath;
Verses then will begin to whisper;
It is all an endless chirp.

Oh! Poet Laureate
In our own way we do procreate
A world by the design of poetry;
This is only justice to our vanquishing life.
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08/04/2013