Daily Prompts: The Sincerest Form of Flattery

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Publish a post in the style of a favorite author/blogger or photographer.

I have so many favorite authors I find it difficult to combine their style and make it  my own. However that being said let me try Rabindranath Tagore. Although he has written fiction and non fiction, most of his writings that I know of are poetry and song lyrics.

I have translated a number of his poems and song lyrics. I’d like to write a poem using his style.

Maple tree: standing on one leg

Taller than others

Peeping at the sky.

Heart’s desire:  pierce through the black clouds,

All at once fly away_

Where will it get the wings.

This is why:        Right on top of its head

On its flat leaves

It spreads its wish

In its mind:        It thinks the leaves are its wings,

There is no  problem flying

Leaving its home.

All day:              split split(sound of dripping water)

trembles the leaves,

It feels its flying__

Imagines:           It will roam around in the sky

Avoid the stars

As if it will go somewhere.

Afterwards:     When   the breeze stops

The leaves stop trembling,

Its mind returns ___

The moment it thinks: The earth is its mother,

Loves it again

This world’s corner.

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Blogging 101,Day Four: Identify Your Audience

Today’s assignment: publish a post you’d like your ideal audience member to read, and include a new-to-you element in it.

Today I have chosen Rabindranath Tagore my favorite poet to write about. Tagore’s poems and song lyrics portrays everything from nature, to human misery, to happiness, he has covered it all.

I will write his poems and song lyrics which is all about nature. I am positive, he felt the same as William Wordsworth who wrote and I quote here: The world is too much with us ; late and soon, getting and spending , we lay waste our powers: Little we see in Nature that is ours; we have given our hearts away, a sordid boon.

Tagore loved Nature which is why he hated to study in an enclosed building. Humans should have the freedom to enjoy nature. With this in mind, he built the school named, Shanti Niketon(house of peace) here students studied outdoors, they had the freedom to move around.

Tagore loved children, he wrote song lyrics and poems with children on his mind.One reason could be he lost his mother when he was very young, this probably encouraged him to write poems about the interaction of a child with his/her mother.

I have known Tagore’s poems from a very early age, partly because the poet and I speak the same language i.e. Bengali ,I lived in Bengal, my parents were Bengalis. I am very fond of poetry and Music, Tagore’s work provided all of that.

Today I have embedded  a children’s song , the lyrics are written by Tagore. The subject is “Freedom”.

This is my translation:

Let us have freedom,do not hold us back

just like the birds in the woods that  fly around happily

Like the heavy rain, that falls without resistance

Like the  bondless  clouds and wind that move around in the skies

Like the dance of the firewood that encircles everything

Like the thunder that roars from the cloud

Like the roar of uncontrolled laughter where there is no barrier.

Let us have freedom, do not hold us back!

 

This is my day four assignment. I have tried to attract those adults who are children at heart as I am.

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DP Daily Prompts: Let It Be

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A restaurant that removed your favorite item from the menu, a bad cover of a great song. Write a post about something that should’ve been left untouched. Why was the original better?

 

 

I thought I’d show the comparison of the song, “Let It Be” by Paul  McCartney and then Bon Jovi, too much was happening in Bon  Jovi’s song, the song lyrics, everything was the same but the singers were not the same. It made quite a difference.I liked the original better.

Likewise changing the menu with all kinds of unwanted decoration will not change the taste of food, it certainly will be a disappointment for me.

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DP Daily Prompts: By Heart

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You’re asked to recite a poem(or song lyrics) What’s the first one that comes to mind? Does it have a special meaning, or is there another reason it stayed, intact,in your mind?

The poem that immediately comes to my mind is one by : “A psalm of life by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow”

Here is the first verse:

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.

It has a special meaning to me because I learned this when I was seven, my memory was really good, which is what I was told by the Nun my teacher.

I liked it also because it rhymed beautifully. Today when I think of it I like it even more because it is such a meaningful poem.

The next verse is even better:

Life is real, Life is earnest

And the grave is not its goal;

Dust thou art, to dust returnest,

Was not spoken of the soul.

It’s truly a wonderful poem, this one will always remain intact in my mind.

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365 Writing Prompts: It builds Character

Tell us about a favorite character from film,theater or literature, with whom you’d like to have a heart-to -heart.What would you talk about?

My favorite author is Rabindranath Tagore from Bengal. He has written a lot of poems, song lyrics and stories. I read a lot of his writings, one of the poems I liked most was his portrayal of a servant named Keshto.

This poem is full of humor and is sad as well. I read this poem when I was a very young child. We had moved from Rawalpindi  to Comilla Bangladesh after my father passed away.

Tagore is with whom I’d love to have a heart to heart. I’d discuss his poem: “puraton Bhrittho”( old servant) it is one of my favorite poems. I’ll discuss about the poem.

Ranu: Thank you Mr. Tagore for agreeing to see me.

Tagore: It is my pleasure to meet my fans, I do it whenever I have time .

Ranu: I want to discuss your poem, ‘old servant with you.’

Tagore: This is my favorite poem too, what do you want to know?

Ranu: Is it real or imaginary?

Tagore:Why do you ask?

Ranu: The way you have described him sounds like you really had a servant named Keshto.

Tagore: No it’s not real, I did not have a servant named Keshto, but there are Keshto’s in real life who work for people in our homes. They are paid very little, yet they are expected to do a lot more. Whenever anything is missing in the house the servant is the one everyone in the family blames.

Ranu: Why do you think they are always blamed?

Tagore: The answer is simple, they are poor and they cannot say anything, also they are afraid to lose their job.

Ranu: Do you think no one treats them well?

Tagore: There may be some who are kinder than others but in general it is the case.

Ranu: In the last verse of the poem you mentioned Keshto was ill and died soon after. The poem was sad in the end,

Tagore: In the verse before I mentioned he took care of his master, who had a contagious disease, Keshto was loyal he was not afraid to catch the disease, he spent day and night looking after his master.

Ranu: Do you think the servants are expected to look after their masters if they’re suffering from a contagious disease?

Tagore: Yes they are, because no one cares, when they get sick they are not given proper care, and they die, they are replaced at once and the poor souls are never mentioned.

Ranu: Thank you Mr. Tagore for taking your valuable time talking to me.

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DP Daily Prompts: Opening lines

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What’s the first line of the last song you listened to(on the radio, on your music player, or anywhere else)? Use it as the first sentence of your post.

The first line of the last song I listened on YouTube is Tagore’s song, “Bhora thak sriti sudhai bidayer patro khani.” it means:

“Let the farewell vessel remain filled with sweet memories.” It is a beautiful song, what sweet memories will I let the farewell vessel hold on to is what I am thinking?

It goes back to my childhood and the day my Dad was taking his last breath. I was twelve years old and never understood what , “Death,” meant. I saw my mother and my sister crying, and I too started crying.

Someone once said to me,”why are you crying, he has gone to a better place?”

I began to think what is that better place, can someone explain to me, I got no answer.

I thought of the song lyrics and felt, let me think of all the time I spent with my Dad, asking questions, they were to him perhaps meaningless but he, charming as he was would say something to make me feel happy.

I have a lot of sweet memories of my father which I want to keep in my memory bank.

The day I saw some neighborhood kids playing with a tennis ball, I couldn’t wait to have my father home, so I could ask him to get me a tennis ball, I remember that day he came home tired, I stopped him and asked him if he could buy me a ball like the one the kids were playing with. My Dad turned around went out and the next thing I saw was four tennis balls for us.

My next request was can I have a swing? He got his chaprasi(an office messenger) to put one up on the branch of a tree in our front yard, I had hours of enjoyment on the swing.

These are some of the sweet memories of my father, I cherish!

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