The sky was overcast that morning, the three Harvey brothers decided to go fishing in a nearby lake , their mom told them to come home within the hour whether they caught fish or not.
Austin was more adventurous than his brothers Mark and Edward, he proposed to go further, he had heard from his friend there was a lake teeming with fish, he said, “Mom would be happy to see all the fish we’ll carry home.”
Mark and Edward were excited, so much fish in that lake, mom sure would be happy, all three were singing loudly, “Oh so much fish we’ll catch and eat them night and day, mama would be proud of us.”
They were barely a half a kilometre away when they heard a booming sound,not knowing what it was they moved on, another few feet onward, they saw the sky brightened up this time there was a flash of lightning followed by a roar of thunder, Austin kept going further, Edward and Mark were scared they froze and were unable to walk any further, within minutes it seemed nature was in fury, there were buckets of water falling from the sky, they were getting wet and couldn’t decide which way to go, Mark the brainy one ran towards home the brothers followed , they reached home all drenched, mom was not impressed to see them so wet, the boys learned their lesson they promised not to go fishing when the sky is overcast!
English: Rabindranath Tagore Русский: Рабиндранат Тагор (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Tagore says ,he is happy to wait and see the changing of seasons. He’d much rather sit with his doors open all by himself,and let people pass by him giving the news. This is his satisfaction,so that when the desired being shows up,he’d be ready with his arms outstretched ready to welcome his most beloved moment.It is obvious from his poem it doesn’t matter if time almost seems standing still.
Poets are a very different breed than normal humans like me. I’m probably too restless, I want things to move like the famous,”Concord”,which I believe is grounded. It was too fast. Will I like to be grounded,heavens a capital,’NO’.
I’ve had my excitement,I wasn’t giddy,my excitement had to be controlled. I was waiting to hear if I was selected to study, M.ed. I was given a battery of tests,with very little time for each section. I usually zip through my tests this one was more important, I had to make sure I’d be selected. So I waited and waited for that envelope to come to my door. The envelope finally arrived, I was excited and concerned at the same time. Either I made it or didn’t. Slowly I opened the letter. I read the first few lines,you are selected and to report on such and such date. I did not read the whole letter. I was satisfied to know I passed the exam. I always have trouble waiting.
I wish I could be like Tagore waiting patiently for the news and while waiting, singing and laughing in my mind,how great it would be!