On Tagore Poem by shuvo chakraborty

There has been no sea else on the surface of orient
As mighty as your shadow pious for complete ablution
Of souls restless by compulsion pinching the poor selves daily.
Thou was only sage lend your ears divine to earth crest sincerely
For churning out the rhythms ageless highly sensible on nature perches
Wherefrom the singing birds millions with flights maiden undertaken
To sweeten the universe through the perfume emitting constant from your vase.
Thou first set the fire highly purified amongst the mankind snoozing prolong
In Eastern hemisphere with spirit undeterred even on afflictions unaccountable
To synchronize the truths unsettled by summing up them through verses potent.