Thursday, 3 April 2014


                                               Rabindranath Tagore
                                             courtesy : google image

Gems of words tied up with tune
Opened and a fairy escaped
Holding my hand
Flew to a faraway land
The man with long white beard smiled
Handed me the treasure trove of such gems
And I played with the fairy all my childhood
The gems are so shiny
That even in darkness the maze of life glows
Showing paths
Helps carving our own way
Old man
Let thy words be my ambrosia
In my twilight hours

posted for Sam's prompt Avant-Edge : Innocence and Experience @ Real Toads