Poetry, Day Nine: Landscape
Poetic Device: Apostrophe
Dear Tagore,
You left this earth long ago,
Your songs and poems we treasure more,
It always feels you are back as someone else,
In one of the verses of your song,
It says, ‘who says I am not there,
on a fine morning, I will take part in every
game, I will have a new name, then who will say,
I am, not there that morning.’
I wish you really showed up one
morning, so I can tell you,
how much I love singing your songs.
Wherever you are enjoy yourself,
you’ve left enough poems and songs
for generations to come!
Thank you!
…….…………………………………………. 🙂
Sabethville 