This is my favourite poem of R.Tagore.
‘The passenger ‘
There is space,yes I have space.
You are alone,you only have a bundle of rice paddy.
We may have to sit close together it’s not that much____
maybe my boat will be a little heavy____
because of this will you have to go back? There is space, there is space.
Come,come inside the boat.
If there is some dust let it be on your feet.
You are slender and slim like a winding plant, you have uneasiness in the corner of your eyes__
your tearful eyes,your fine complexion and your delicate dress,tells me .
you must have a place. Come, come in this boat.
There are all kinds of passengers .
They will get off in different places, they don’t know each other.
You will also for a little while be a passenger in my boat,
when the journey is over you will not listen to me when I forbid you.
Since you are here you also come. There are all sorts of passengers.
Where is your destination?
In which granary will you keep your bundle of paddy?
If you don’t want to tell me how is knowing be useful for me,
I will sit and meditate when my journey is over__
Which neighbourhood will you go to, where is your destination.
English: One of the many passenger boats at Tigre. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
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