Sitting In The Silence Of Tagore's Home Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Chirping, cawing of birds in the silence that was just
moments ago, music of India, a certain humming is now
heard as a gentle wind takes away the heat from my brow.

Spirit capturing the essence of what must have been so
long ago, as Tagore lived and grew within this peaceful
atmosphere.

It's serenity still very apparent as it envelopes every-
thing in peace, myself included, sitting here in a poet-
ical interlude and writing.