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 !
The Poetic Art by Rabindranath Tagore
Still wasn’t there sad and happy moments in your life
the quarrel for hope and despair,just like us
O our immortal poet? Did you not have to face
English: Rabindranath Tagore Русский: Тагор, Рабиндранат (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
political meeting, conspiracy, every step of the way?
were you not subjected to the pain of insult,
disregard,deception and unfair verdict,
you witnessed the cruel effects of poverty,
and spent several sleepless nights with a heavy chest.
Still he is above all free and clean
blossomed with beautiful poetry
in the midst of this joyous occasion he has no place
there is no sign of sadness or adversity.
He struggled with all the misfortunes alone,in the end
bestowed all the great things he achieved to his people.