Today I’d like to introduce my favorite poet Rabindranath Tagore. He was the first poet from India who received Nobel prize for literature.
He wrote thousands of poems and song lyrics in Bengali. It is also my mother tongue.
There is one song I dearly love. It brings back memories of my own childhood.
I want to write a few words of the song to explain how it affects me and takes me back to the time when life was simple and how we enjoyed it.
I’ll translate it : My golden days are over.
They were happy and sad moments
but we shared them together.
I am alone now and I cannot believe
all those days of laughter are
only memories now!
I think back and feel my childhood days are just memories and I like the poet feel sad I cannot hold on to those days which gave me so much pleasure.
My three younger siblings and I went out on days when we were off . We were always curious to find new and exciting places. We lived in a house on top of a hill. Our aim was to find what was down the hill.
Once we were lost we went down one of the hills, I remember I saw a tailor stitching something. I didn’t know where he lived why he was sitting on the grass sewing . We were kids we didn’t give another thought and moved on .
Down the hill near our house we saw a tunnel. We had to find out where the end of the tunnel was. We were amazed to find rows of corn,we didn’t stop and look at the cornfield only,we wanted to have some. So we helped ourselves with one each and came home. I cannot remember what my mother said about the corn we brought home. I only remember we had a lot of fun.
When I think of it now I am sad knowing, like the poet,those days are gone for good. In a way I was fortunate I was able to enjoy my childhood.