Biography of TAPAN Saren
TAPAN Saren Poems
For Children: Summer In My Garden
I. Spring has left a mellow yellow flower In my grassy garden o'er there: With open eyes I did see
Till throbs my brittle heart Will I love you, for I, faint I, am fastened to your pure love; No cause is too fatal to keep our souls apart And will love you untill I hear His call from above.
The great bright star is not yet awake, Still a heavenly light has lit up the sleeping earth. A brisk wind ruffles the fresh spring leafage in mirth, And the dawn chorus proclaims the daybreak.
In The Street
I was glad— Pleasant night offered me an opportunity To explore the flamboyant city:
To Her Ii
You are my Karma, my Soul, my Dearest, Knows Heaven, love that brimss my brittle heart Is dirtless, true; e'en though I leave to rest In damp earth's breast, shall not my love depart.
Thickly the night is dark And the breeze is slow; My little puppy started to bark And the fire-flies to glow.
A Midnight-Rain In Summer
I. The weary moon is bright and slow Still burning the oil-lamp with a flame yellow At the neighbour's ajar window.
After The Shower
Again the extinguishing sun peeps through a thin cracked cloud, The covenantal bow colours the wet heaven And the soft plumage of the flying Egrets. The sick leaves and drooped flowers are now enlivened by the freshening rain.
On The Death Of A Young Lady
I. Sunset. The Eagles and the Crows have sought their homes; And now a wintry quietness in the air roams
A Late Night Walk
The stars gleam faintly tonight, And the night is slow, The hiemal wind is dumb And the channel runs on like a young roe.
For Children Iii: O April Shower
O April shower Freshen the sick Nature, Our old dirty village And every weary creature.
On Solving Nature's Mystery
''How lovely Nature is'', said she ''I wonder! Her secrets do bemuse me o'er again! Can this mystery be solved by my small brain? O can man, miserable man, grasp it ever?
One Sunday Morning
Like this day never again the supreme star will more delicately shine, The imperishable wind will be gentler never again; Tiny birds sing the sweetest song of heaven And the sky her pulchritude unfurls which never will decline.
For Children Ii: A Fine Autumn Morning
The veil of the night is lifted And beyond the scarlet east The cozy sun's rising his head.
Till throbs my brittle heart
Will I love you, for I, faint I, am fastened to your pure love;
No cause is too fatal to keep our souls apart
And will love you untill I hear His call from above.
Oh, Distance is so flimsy as well—
Your beauteous mural (on my heart) couldn't erase,
And silence—a long, long day between us it did prevail—
Only dimmed the abiding memories with a bit haze.