My Post: Writing

Today I waited for the daily prompt, it’s usually posted at 9.30 am Newfoundland time, the time came and went there was no prompt, I was bored , I looked for my favorite novel to see if I can find something to write about. I did not find what I was looking for, what I unearthed was the sentence below.

” Row no more,but fasten the boat to this tree,– for I love the look of this land.”

I told myself, I must stop thinking and fasten my mind to these words, if the poet loves the look of this land, who am I to refuse. I put my mind at pause and set out to see  the land which fascinated the poet so much.

Why is this land so important, I tried to concentrate and look for something anything to catch my fancy, on and on I walked nothing mesmerized me, frustrated I continued to walk , then it occurred to me I have to change my way of thinking and get used to the poet’s way.

This is a song by Tagore about his and my  motherland, it is posted and translated by Ranu.


My Motherland

Is a place of green fields,

and full of fragrant flowers,

It’s my birthplace.

Who can find a place like it?

She is my birthplace,

The queen of all lands.

Where else can you find,,

the beautiful sun, moon and stars?

The sweet song of the birds that puts me to sleep,

at night and wakes me up at daybreak.

Such a beautiful land you,

cannot find anywhere else.

She is the Queen of all lands.

The pleasing rivers, the rolling hills

and the gentle wind

that stirs the grain fields

like a ripple of waves,

this is my place of birth

She is my motherland,

the Queen of all lands!

I was born here and wish

to live here forever

And I hope this is where

I will take my last breath!