This is a simple poem written by Tagore. The title of this poem is,’Letter Writing’.
You gave me a gold fountain pen__
there are so many writing tools.
The small desk
is made of walnut wood.
A stamped letter pad
in different sizes.
silver enameled paper cutter
scissors,knife,sealing wax,red ribbon.
A glass paper-weight,
red blue green pencils.
you left saying you have to write letters
every other day.
I am sitting down to write,
I finished my shower this morning.
I cannot think of what to write.
There is only one news__
you have gone.
You know this news too.
Still I think,
You don’t know it well.
So I think, let me tell you this__
you have gone.
Every time I start writing
I am caught,this news is not easy
I am not a poet;
I am unable to use my voice in my writing,
there is no look from my eyes.
I write many times, but I tear it.
It is ten in the morning.
Your nephew Boku will go to school,
I will go and feed him.
For the last time I will write this__
you have gone.
The rest of the letter is all meaningless marks on the blotting paper.