Writing 101, Day 10: Farewell

Assignment: Write a poem of a farewell today.

Farewell to Everyone

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It’s painful to see the loved ones go

To an unimaginable place I don’t know

I wish they’d visit me in my dream

It too is impossible it seems.

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When I went to bid goodbye to Goodenough House

The secretary received me with a gorgeous smile

She said, I still remember, “It’s au revoir , Miss Sabeth,

Not Goodbye, I hope to see you sometime soon.”

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I went to London many times

I didn’t have the heart to say, Goodbye,

Let it be :Au Revoir till the end of time

This is what I quietly said in my mind.

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Once again I’m here to bid farewell

To my blogger friends

Who were kind enough

To leave their comment.

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Many thanks to all of you

For reading my attempt

To write poetry

Even though you were pressed for time.

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Before I dot my i’s and cross my t’s

It wouldn’t be fair if I failed to

Mention my dear friend Robert

Who through thick and thin

Supported me.

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He thinks I’m a poet how sweet is he

He counted me in the poets circle

Is it not a real miracle!

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Daily Prompt: Brainwave

 

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What’s the better idea you’ve ever had? Regale us every detail of the idea_ the idea itself,where it came to you, and the problem it solved.

The best idea I ever had was when my friend Robert started blogging, and I wanted to find out what blogging was and could I try it as well. I asked my good friend, he encouraged me and said, he was thinking of telling me to pick up the craft of blogging.

In the beginning there were a few roadblocks I had to deal with. For instance what can I write about, another friend stepped in and suggested it would be a neat idea if I translated Tagore’s poems. I was thrilled but had to tread cautiously. Yes I knew the language as it happened to be my mother tongue, there was a ‘but’ factor lingering in my brain.

Was I capable of taking a risk like that. I did not admit I was scared, at heart I was. This task was not easy, I had no experience translating.

I started with a short one and slowly I was feeling confident. I translated several poems and my friend encouraged me all along.

From time to time I found other things to do. I discovered the every day daily post. I read the prompts and began to write.

From prompts I went to five sentence fiction writing. Each week we were given a one word prompt, we were expected to write a story based on the prompt.I wrote stories for a while. It was discontinued.

I looked for other things to do. I joined the 101 writing course offered by WordPress. It lasted for four weeks. I loved it, I was able to keep myself busy.

The recent poetry course offered by WordPress was one I loved the most. I loved to read, recite memorize poetry, I did not have the experience of writing it.

I’m glad I joined blogging , I’m gaining experience writing things I haven’t done before.

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Writing 201, Poetry, Day :7

Day: Seven

Today’s theme: Neighborhood

Today’s form: Ballad

Today’s device: Assonance

My street is open and is wide,

My house is in the corner.

But the driveway is  so  narrow,

You’d have to park your car on the side!

 

It doesn’t bother me at all,

For I have friends on both sides,

They often call me and inquire,

If I need anything from the  mall!

 

At first I did not like this house,

It was not what I wanted,

My husband convinced me,

It’s the one that God has granted!

 

Now that I’m living here,

I must admit, my friends are:

Those most encouraging folks,

Whose  love I cannot find elsewhere!

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writing 201: Poetry, Day 6: Faces, Found Poetry,Chiasmus

Today’s form: found poetry

Today’s device: Chiasmus

Theme: Faces

Our Prophet said, “do not live to eat;

It is better if you eat to live.”

It not only makes you healthy,

It saves humanity from hunger.

Sharing food gives us dividends,

Our name is entered,

In the book of good deeds!

 

When we see hungry faces,

It’s our duty to wipe off those traces.

We were meant to help each other,

So we can live peacefully together!!

Writing 201:Poetry—- Weekend Potluck

Below is the poem I love. I memorized it when I was in third standard. Our teacher who was a Nun, encouraged us to memorize poems by famous poets, which we used to recite in our class.

A Psalm Of Life

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

TELL me not, in mournful numbers,
  Life is but an empty dream!—
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
  And things are not what they seem.
Life is real! Life is earnest!          5
  And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
  Was not spoken of the soul.
Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
  Is our destined end or way;   10
But to act, that each to-morrow
  Find us farther than to-day.
Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
  And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating   15
  Funeral marches to the grave.
In the world’s broad field of battle,
  In the bivouac of Life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle!
  Be a hero in the strife!   20
Trust no Future, howe’er pleasant!
  Let the dead Past bury its dead!
Act,—act in the living Present!
  Heart within, and God o’erhead!
Lives of great men all remind us   25
  We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
  Footprints on the sands of time;
Footprints, that perhaps another,
  Sailing o’er life’s solemn main,   30
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
  Seeing, shall take heart again.
Let us, then, be up and doing,
  With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing,   35
  Learn to labor and to wait.

 

I like all the verses, my favorite is the last verse. Here he sums it up by asking his readers to try their best to do everything to be successful.

Writing 201: Poetry,Day 5:map, ode, metaphor

Assignment: Today’s form:Ode

Device: Metaphor

Subject: Map

Metaphors are making me ill,

Truthful I am listen and be still.

I have to deal with map ,

which is sitting on my lap.

And think of this which is an ode,

It is already making me a toad!

Now I will attempt my assignment, the above is a warm-up, before I exercise my feeble brain!!

Oh my city ! You are so windy and bold,

I wish you were peaceful for me to behold.

Daily I’m perplexed with your uncanny weather,

You love to see me shiver and suffer.

 

City of hills, winding roads and fashionable cars,

A small one though, but it’s proud of its bars.

The jolly old folks have many stories to tell,

If you are patient and have no fear of a belle.

 

Still as I observe each new and old scene,

How much change is now, and what it had been.

I wonder at times if the chilly air,

Will take me away to a land that is fair!

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Writing 201: Poetry, Day three— Skin, prose poetry, internal rhyme

For today’s poem , choose whatever meaning of “skin” speaks to you most.

Today’s theme: Skin

Form: Prose Poetry

Device:  internal rhyme

I think of my skin as a  cover that holds my skeleton in place. For this reason I must give the look of wisdom, even though I cannot fathom.

One day I was told my skin is pale,my husband took me to the doctor, who advised, she is anemic she must  eat liver or go for operation. ‘Operation I exclaimed is this your suggestion?’

‘ It’s the only option,’  he said.

I made a fuss, ‘he said we will discuss when you listen to us.’

I opted to eat liver to live forever. This is my story of affliction which I now treat with caution!

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Blogging 201, Day Five

Day Five: Make the Most of Your Archives.

Today’s assignment: Integrate a feature to draw traffic to your older content like a widget,related posts, or a “Best  of “Page.

From The Archives

English: Rabindranath Tagore Русский: Рабиндра...

English: Rabindranath Tagore Русский: Рабиндранат Тагор (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

English: Rabindranath Tagore Русский: Тагор, Р...

English: Rabindranath Tagore Русский: Тагор, Рабиндранат (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

In his lifetime Tagore wrote in all sorts of literary forms. Despite that, the name of poet stuck to him. He was called viswa-kabi(the universal poet) by his own people. He was certainly one who wrote variety of poems.When one surveys his poems, one could exclaim as Dryden did about Chaucer,’Here is God’s plenty.’He began writing poems at a tender age. It is said that when he lay dying,poems kept coming to him. Although he was incapable of writing himself,he dictated the poems,he checked them to be sure they were formed perfectly.

I have read many poems of Tagore.I never thought of translating them.To me they were there to read and enjoy.The feeling that I should translate them to show the beauty of his work,came to me only lately.In English there are limited words one can use to translate Bengali prose,poetry or songs. I am aware,my translation will fail to catch the depth of Tagore’s poetry. I have finally found a poem,Tagore wrote,The title is “To Remember”.

“To Remember”

I do not have any recollection of my mother.

Only when I go out to play suddenly without any reason

A kind of tune keeps ringing in my ears,

as if the sound mixes with my mother’s words in the middle of my game.

Did my mother sing while rocking my swing–.

My mother has gone but, as she was going she left the song.

I do not have any recollection of my mother;

Only in September, early in the morning in the garden of the white flowers,

the wind spreads the smell of the flowers wet with dew;

Why then does my mothers words,echo in my mind;

perhaps when my mother carried the decorated basket of flowers—-

The smell of Pooja transformed into my mother’s smell and came to me.

I do not have any recollection of my mother;

Only when I sit in the corner of my bedroom;

I look far-away at the blue sky from my window—

All of a sudden I feel my mother is looking at me very intently;

She used to have me in her lap and look at me,

that is the look she left all over the sky as a reminder for me.

I have tried to translate the Bengali poem written by Tagore into English. I hope it is okay!

Ranu

An example of handwritten Bengali script. Part...

An example of handwritten Bengali script. Part of a poem written by Rabindranath Tagore in 1926 in Hungary. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Rabindranath Tagore won the Nobel prize for li...

Rabindranath Tagore won the Nobel prize for literature. It is the first Nobel prize won by Asia. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

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9 thoughts on “Rabindranath Tagore”

  1. I cannot be a good judge since I do not know Bengali language, but I thoroughly enjoyed your English translation. To me the best part about it was that it gave that feeling of being overwhelmed, almost like being pulled into an ocean of emotions forcefully and suddenly – which I have understood to be a hallmark of Tagore’s poetry, and a kind of his “signature” (by which I mean, what makes him different from other poets and comes out even in translations, when translations are good).

    • Thank you Bhai,I was afraid to translate it,I felt I know the language,maybe I should give it a try.
      The exceptional comment coming from you,certainly made my day.Whichever way I say thank you isn’t enough.
      When Akhtar Bhai suggested to write about Tagore especially his poetry.I was a bit scared,I was not sure how to handle it.
      At the same time I did not want to admit I couldn’t do it.Many many thanks once again!

  2. Dear Ranu,

    This is an absolutely beautiful poem.

    I like that Tagore is referred to as the Universal Poet. It seems right that God would have His poets.

    Thank you for sharing this.

    All good wishes,

    robert

  3. Thank you very much for this, the poem has an enormous effect on heart and mind, and also creates a splendorous sensibility about the relationship that the poet describe so simply but that simplicity produces a river of opus that flows in imagination as musical notation.

    Your translation is so good that it brought out tears and I am so happy to be introduced to this beautiful piece of poetry. This is a brilliant beginning 🙂

365 Writing Prompts: Great or greatest

What makes a blog great? What makes you follow a blog or “Like” a post?

Blogs are great when I know the blogger has worked hard to make it interesting. There are bloggers who mainly post photographs, those people are gifted photographers. It’s a joy to see their awesome photographs. There are bloggers who are gifted poets, they can write on any subject and also combine it with photographs, these are talented people.

I follow blogs written by my friends, I’ve started following some blogs where the blogger tries very hard to do well. I think they need encouragement and I also like reading their post.

I have a few followers, I follow a few, it’s easier because it takes time to read the post and write my comment. I like to write comments when I read a post, I don’t feel happy just by clicking the “like” button.

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#65 Writing Prompts: Key takeaway

Give your new sisters and brothers-in-WordPress one piece of advice based on your experiences blogging. If you’re a new blogger, what’s one question you’d like to ask other bloggers?

My advice to the new sisters and brothers-in-WordPress is : “visit as many blogs as you can, read and find out how their writing or poetry or photographs helped them develop their blog and what special skills they learned that helped  them get better.”

I’ll also advise them to take part in the WordPress prompts which gives ideas about what to write. sometimes our mind is blank we are unable to think what to write, the prompts are very helpful when this happens.

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