Daily Prompt : Vanish

In response to daily post’s prompt : Vanish

Rabindranath Tagore, a poet and philosopher, left his life’s work for us to enjoy and cherish. Though he has left this earth  decades ago, his work has not vanished. His music, poems , stories are still enjoyed by most people who are fortunate to know him and his writing.

Adolf Hitler vanished long ago,his evil deeds are in the memories of young and old will remain forever as an example for mankind, so they can learn from it.

We are here for a short while, it is important to give our best, so that when we are gone the memories of us will remain alive in the hearts of our near and dear ones.

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The Conclusion: The Farewell

And now it is evening.

And the seeress said, “Blessed be this day and this place and your spirit has spoken.”

And he answered ,

Was it I who spoke?

Was I not also a listener?

Then he descended the steps of the temple.

And he reached his ship and stood upon the deck.

And facing the people he raised his voice and said:

People of Orphalese, the wind bids me to leave you.Brief were my days among you, and briefer still the words I have spoken.

But should my voice fade in your ears, and my love vanish in your memory, then I will come again.

And with a richer heart and lips more yielding to the spirit will I speak.

Yea, I shall return with the tide,

And though death may hide me,yet again will I seek your under standing.

And not in vain will I seek.

If aught I have said is truth, that truth shall reveal itself in a clearer voice, and in more kin to your thoughts.

And if this day is not a fulfillment of your needs and my love, then let it be a promise till another day.

Know therefore, from the greater silence I shall return. Forget not that I shall come back to you. A little while , and my longing shall gather dust and foam for another body.

A little while , a moment of rest upon the wind, and another woman shall bear me.

Farewell to you and the youth I have spent with you.

If in the twilight of memory we should meet once more, we shall speak again together and you shall sing to me a deeper song.

And if our  hands should meet in another dream we shall build another tower in the sky.

So saying he made a signal to the seamen, and straightaway they weighed anchor and cast the ship loose from its moorings,and they moved eastward.

And a cry came from the people as from a single heart, and it rose into the dusk and was carried out over the sea like a great trumpeting.

Only Almitra was silent , gazing after the ship until it had vanished into the mist.

And when all the people dispersed she still stood alone upon the sea-wall, remembering in her heart his saying:

“A little while , a moment of rest upon the wind, and another woman shall bear me.”

“From The Prophet”

Author , Kahlil Gibran

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Farewell By R.Tagore__ translated by Ranu

English: Pooja room in an Indian home (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I am leaving my dear Mom I am leaving.

Early in the morning when you notice your empty lap and call Khoka

I will say,’that Khoka is not here’.

My dear mother, I am leaving.

I will mix with the air I will go ,Mother I will ride on your chest__

You cannot catch me with your hand.

I will be a wave in the water dear mother____no one will know me,

During the bath I will play with you.

When droplets of rain fall from the cloud you will think of me at night in your bed,

I will sing the song of drip drop in the forest.

From the clouds I will flash a light into your window to see you,

will you remember my laughter?

If you stay up late at night for Khoka my dear mother

I will come in the guise of a star and tell you ‘sleep’.

After you fall asleep  I will enter your room as the moonlight,

I will leave a kiss in your eyes.

I will become a dream and I will come to see  mother,

I will go in the middle of your sleep.

You will wake up in false hope   you will feel the side of your bed,

who knows where I will vanish.

At the time of Pooja celebration   the boys will roam around and play in the courtyard,

tell them ‘Khoka is not in the house’.

Then I will become the  tune of the flute and move around in the sky.

I will come back with you and you will feel my presence in all your work.

When auntie comes with the clothes for Pooja  and she asks you

‘where did your Khoka go’,

tell her ‘Khoka , he cannot be lost___he is here, a star in my eyes,

he is united with me on my chest and on my lap’.