The Poetic Art by Rabindranath Tagore
Still wasn’t there sad and happy moments in your life
the quarrel for hope and despair,just like us
O our immortal poet? Did you not have to face
political meeting, conspiracy, every step of the way?
were you not subjected to the pain of insult,
disregard,deception and unfair verdict,
you witnessed the cruel effects of poverty,
and spent several sleepless nights with a heavy chest.
Still he is above all free and clean
blossomed with beautiful poetry
in the midst of this joyous occasion he has no place
there is no sign of sadness or adversity.
He struggled with all the misfortunes alone,in the end
bestowed all the great things he achieved to his people.