My favorite song by Tagore moved by music weekly challenge,translation and post by Ranu

Rabindranath Tagore won the Nobel prize for li...

Rabindranath Tagore won the Nobel prize for literature. It is the first Nobel prize won by Asia. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

This is a song,I heard when I was still in Junior high school. The first time I heard it,I wanted to keep on listening to it. I sat and kept listening to it until I felt my sister’s friend might think I am crazy. After a long time I found the song on YouTube,this time I decided to translate into English. It is a song written by Rabindranath Tagore,our most popular Poet. The lyrics are in Bengali,the language of our dear country Bengal.

The title is, “Chiro Aami”        ” Forever Me”

When my footsteps are no longer imprinted on this place,

I will not row my boat to this wharf,

I will complete my buying and selling,I will take care of my dues,

My going and coming will stop to this market___

You need not remember me then,

Or look at the stars and call me.

When my musical instrument is covered with dust,

There will be thorny creepers growing around my house,

The garden will resemble an exile covered with thick grass,

Moss and lichen will surround the pond___

You need not remember me ,

Do not look at the stars and call me.

The flute will sound the same as now,

Days will go on exactly the same as today.

The wharves will be filled with boats  like now,

The cows will graze,and the shepherds will play.

You need not remember me ,

Or call me by looking above at the stars.

Who can say  I am not there that morning?

I will participate in all the games.

I will be called by a new name,I will have new friends,

I will come and go forever .

You need not remember me then,

Or look at the stars and call me.

This is the lyrics written by Tagore,he made everyone aware everything will go on as usual,except his house,garden and pond will show signs of his absence.

When I first heard this I was unaware this was a song he wrote to let his fans know, he will not be there but nothing else will change. In the last verse he gives a hint of reincarnation.

Submitted by Ranu,

Writing 201: Poetry, Day Four: Imperfect, Limerick, Enjambment

Today , write a poem about the imperfect nature of someone or something.

Today’s form: Limerick

Device : Enjambment

Poetry: Imperfect

Brother, you claim, you’re  the picture of perfection

but, you cannot   live up to our expectation,

What good is your claim

when, you put us all   into  shame

Dear brother the picture of perfection!


Just the other day, he said, ‘yo, Ranu

your friend, named Banu

you say,is an amazing  girl

I , watched her  fall when she tried to twirl

Your amazing friend Banu!’


I kid you not dear brother

your skill, I’d rather

not, bring up

this, your attempt  to balance the cup

broke , was  a poor spectacle, my perfect brother!

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Writing 201: Poetry, Day three— Skin, prose poetry, internal rhyme

For today’s poem , choose whatever meaning of “skin” speaks to you most.

Today’s theme: Skin

Form: Prose Poetry

Device:  internal rhyme

I think of my skin as a  cover that holds my skeleton in place. For this reason I must give the look of wisdom, even though I cannot fathom.

One day I was told my skin is pale,my husband took me to the doctor, who advised, she is anemic she must  eat liver or go for operation. ‘Operation I exclaimed is this your suggestion?’

‘ It’s the only option,’  he said.

I made a fuss, ‘he said we will discuss when you listen to us.’

I opted to eat liver to live forever. This is my story of affliction which I now treat with caution!

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Writing 201, poetry,day two

Today write something about a gift.

Today’s form: acrostic

Gone are the days when a gift was special,

I never looked for anything real.

For real things are not within our reach,

Take this she said, ‘It’s a song you can teach.’

Song and teach  ? Not me I’m awful!


The moment she said it, my ears went up to listen,

As if it was a mystery my mind got the impression.

Get me a chair she commanded loudly,

Oh I’m sorry I obliged silently.

‘Rock my baby,’ she said like a friend,

Elated I was to hear her command!


She took me to a  room,

It had flowers in full bloom.

My attention strangely was on a funny box,

It was tied with a ribbon which looked like a  fox.

Lying to you I swear  is never my wish,

Extremely disgusted  I thought it was a fish!



I know it’s  not what you will think sounds like poetry.

But I registered for this course to solve the mystery!”



Daily Prompt: Ode to a playground

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A place from your past, or childhood, or one that you’re fond of ,is destroyed.Write it a memorial.

An Ode To My Playground

Oh my dear playground

Today I salute thee

For many hours of pleasure

You bestowed on me!


This materialistic world

Understands not your value at all

They destroyed  my happiness

By turning you into a  mall!


I weep and I sigh

I do not know why

I cannot live without you

Even if I try !

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Writing 101,day-20

The future

Image by Cheri @wordpress

The image is so attractive,I had to use it in my last post. I hope you don’t mind Cheri.

Some prompts to get you started.

Next month I plan to..

What does the remainder of 2015 hold for you?

I believe that my future looks….

In the future I could do without

5,10, 20 years from now……

I have registered to do the course on poetry offered by WordPress. Poetry is my favorite subject. I love reading it, memorizing it and reciting it.

When I was studying in the lower grades, we were encouraged to read, memorize and recite it in school.

I have done it in three different languages; English, Bengali(my mother tongue) and Urdu I studied in school and college.

In English I was introduced to H.W. Longfellow, William Wordsworth and a whole host of poets, whom I adore.

In Bengali, there were a lot too, but Tagore reigned supreme in my heart.

Urdu: I loved Mirza Ghalib’s poetry, lately I have begun to understand and appreciate, Allama Iqbal’s poetry.

This is why I picked to do a course on poetry with WordPress. I’m hoping it will help me to write poetry.

I cannot believe we are doing the last assignment already. This time I met some awesome bloggers. Mireille’s journey to health posts, teaches me new things everyday.

Marianne is a wonderful writer, she has introduced some helpful hints to improve my writing.

Jacqueline is a dear, a very talented blogger, who has such a warm and friendly style.

Susurras has kindly given me some instructions how to link the posts.

Spirit dancing’s latest post: Why I went gluten free is a must read post.

Here is the link:

Last but not least Cheri and Ben Huberman have been awesome, I hope they’ll continue to help us in our upcoming endeavors, Thank you all from me, Ranu, for helping with things  I would never have learned had I not met you all .

My very best wishes to everyone in this course. I’d love to meet you all again. :)


Writing 101, Day-19, Round up of great reads

Assignment: Feature a guest or Round up of great reads.

I am unable to feature a guest for this assignment, instead I have opted for, “Round up of great reads.”

1.Quality of Life:



4. World and Time Enough:

5. A Bengali song by Tagore, translated by me(ranu):…slated-by-ranu/

I included a song in the end hoping after all the serious reads this song by Tagore and translated by me will help you relax while you listen to the lyrics of our great poet and philosopher, Tagore.

Enjoy :)

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Daily Prompt: Lazy learners

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Is there something you’ve always wanted to learn but haven’t gotten around to? What is it and what’s stopping you from mastering the skill.

I’m very fond of learning a variety of languages. When I was studying for my Master’s degree, I saw a lady in the university walkway.

I was curious and enquired who she was and what was she doing in our university. One of my classmates informed me she was a French teacher.

I immediately followed her to her classroom, introduced myself and expressed my desire to learn French.

“You are two months late chaman,” she said.

I begged her to take me, I promised I’d make up the time I lost. She allowed me to register.

From the first day I joined Madame would ask me questions to make sure I was making an effort to learn. It went well, she was pleased.

Then there was no more opportunity to continue. I registered in a different university to study Bachelor of Education. The opportunity to continue with French was not there.

After my marriage I joined my husband in Montreal. I was thrilled I’d get a chance to improve my scanty knowledge of French.It didn’t happen as we moved from Montreal to Gander, Newfoundland, where my husband agreed to work as an ophthalmologist.

I was also lucky to get the job as a teacher. I did short courses in French arranged by our Board of Education, it wasn’t enough. What I needed  most was fluency in speaking.

I tried to learn Spanish too, I did some courses, found it easier than French, but after a year of correspondence courses I had to give it up. I had too many things going on in my life, teaching, house work, helping my children to be better students and last of all baking.

With this many things on the go, French and Spanish had to be dropped.

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Writing 101, day 18

Writing 101, day 18, a map as your muse.

Wikipedia image of Burton’s Pond , memorial university residence for students in St. John’s Newfoundland. Newfoundland

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The above is the picture of Burton’s pond, the building behind it is the residence of Memorial university students, in St. John’s , NL.

I’ve never been inside  the building but had walked around it a few times. I live very close to this place. In fact when I go for a walk to Churchill Square, I pass by this building.

I have visited the pond, it’s a small one where you can see ducks wading and having a good time, or so it seems. No one is allowed to feed them. But some do to see the reaction of the wading ducks, of course they come in groups to get the food. Who wouldn’t?

If you are a living human, animal, insect, vegetation, food is the most important thing.

Times have changed, there are a lot more cars belonging to the students parked there. One time there were only a few.

Right now there are a lot more parking lots  constructed for the students and faculty.

Some students rent places close to the university, it is convenient during winter when driving can cause a lot of headache, because of snow and  freezing rain.

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Writing 101, Day 17: Things we leave behind

Writing 101, Day 17: Mine your own material or : Things we leave behind: Tell us about a time you’ve left an object, place,person, or even an idea behind_ and had to move on.

As I couldn’t mine my material, for there wasn’t much I wanted to write about. I  therefore chose to write about memories of a place we left behind, not because it was our wish to do so, but cruel  fate  ordained it for us.

I had just turned twelve when everything was going wrong, the place we loved the most, turned its back on us, it was no longer feasible to hold on to it.

My eldest brother and my mom decided it was time for us to leave Rawalpindi and go to my parents original country Bangladesh.

It was not only the city, but the house, the garden, the three majestic Eucalyptus trees we had to say goodbye to. None of these things belonged to us, we were tenants, but we  loved them and wanted to stay there  forever.

Our time was up, memories of that city, the house , the garden , the trees is still fresh in my mind,as if it was only yesterday we played, we walked all around the house, went to the nearby race course to watch the horse races and were  rooting for our gardener cum jockey’s white horse.In the beginning it was  leading the pack and suddenly  we saw all the other horses were leaping forward, and our favorite horse came last.

Disappointment was written all over our faces, when the gardener came to work next morning. I had too many questions he had to answer, he took the easy way out. It was not his fault, the owner instructed him to slow down. He tried to make it simple for me, I was a kid who refused to understand that the owner would do such a thing. These things although in the past brings back memories of our joyful days, and joy is always followed by sorrow. This unfortunately is the fact of life!