DP Daily prompt: Opposite Day Post by Ranu

I love reading poetry and memorizing some I love. To write one is really cannot be included amongst things I love to do.It clearly isn’t my forte. You can tell me to mow the lawn,shovel the snow,clean the house,cook food,take care of and teach children,I can do all these with relative ease.But write poetry.I’m happy to pass it on to Tagore,Shakespeare and all the rest of them. Not me,this is a burden I cannot carry easily. I’d have to be reincarnated as a poet,even that wouldn’t work.

Let me try,I’ll see what I can come up with.

I can mow the lawn,shovel the snow,

cook food,clean your yard,

teach children young and old,

I can do all these,I swear I can.

Please do not tell me to write poetry!

Poetry is for all those with imagination,

my brain hardly knows to think,

how can I think before I dip my pen in ink!

If one immaculate day,

my thought leads the way,

and dares to write a poem,

if you make up your mind to read,

I will ask ,’Oh God, did I succeed?’

Ancient by R.Tagore Translated by Ranu

The sunlight shining through these clouds in E...

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

Ancient (Photo credit: kakeyzz—-)