Daily Prompt : Pest

In response to one-word prompt : Pest 

Leaves of our trees are thinning these days,

We try to help them in all sorts of ways.

My neighbor says, ‘the pests are eating them,

Ask the Arborist, perhaps he can use his gem.’

‘What kind is it?’ I ask,

He says, ‘it’s a small task,

They will  spray your trees with pesticide,

‘It’s a simple thing, for you to decide,

If you want to stop the attack, which is one of the ways!’

…………………………………… 🙂

 

 

 

DP Daily Prompt: Always something there to remind Me

I feel today’s post a day prompt is the best one so far. It gives me an opportunity to speak my mind. I listened to this song several times on YouTube this morning and yesterday.

The song gives me a nostalgic memory of my original home. What I miss. How it was when I was growing up. It is a song written by my most favorite writer Tagore and sung by favorite singer ,Hemant Kumar. And pleasantly in my language Bengali.

I have translated the best way I can. I hope the meaning will convey my thoughts.

I ask my mind

Do you know who you left behind?

I ask my mind

Do you know who you left behind?

For that reason

You couldn’t

Rest all your life

I ask my mind

Do you know who you left behind?

You have forgotten

The path you chose to leave

How will you go back?

I ask my mind

I keep my ears

Close to the river

To hear the chime of the water

My heart shivers

When I hear the rustling leaves

I feel I will find the place

If I understand the

Language of flowers

For the last time

I ask my mind

Do you know

Who you left behind

Yes the path that has followed

The evening star

My mind tells me!!

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2014/03/02/prompt-remind-me/

Ancient by R.Tagore Translated by Ranu

The sunlight shining through these clouds in England is an example of sunbreak. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Human nature always strives for something new. Ancient or Old carries no value.Let us see what Tagore thinks of Old or Ancient . Old or Ancient is the title of his poem.

You have to leave this place,O Old ,

here a new game has begun.

The flute is playing again,  the laughter has begun.

the spring air is blowing.

In the bright blue sky            the layers of white clouds are shivering

they are exhausted  by the strong sun-light,

the birds are flapping their wings,     the branches of the trees are  trembling,

making the boys and girls play.

Right in the front              the lights are flashing,

the shadow is quivering___

a girl  sitting on a wharf       is watching the water,

and listening to the sound of leaves.

Who knows what kind of expectation is going on all around

so many people each with their happiness and sadness,

all of them have forgotten,  some are laughing some are dancing___

why do you stand in the front.

The wind is blowing away,  why are you from moment to moment

letting out a sigh in the middle of it!

far away someone is playing a flute,       why do you come here

and show your emotional outburst!

The sun is rising in the morning             it is drawing a golden picture,

why are you throwing your shadow on it!

when someone leaves             no one wants him,

still why is there so much affection for him!

Why in the evening then     behind the walls you quickly

hide and look at the surface of the earth,

in the darkness of the night            by the side of the old house

why do they come again and leave.

what did you come to see__       whatever you left behind

who will look after them!

All the souvenirs           were left for a few days

like the fallen leaves from the tree___

today  the spring air  has       sadly one at a time

blown them away every day,

they are in the dust                  their smiling lustre

is fading every minute!

Ancient (Photo credit: kakeyzz—-)