“TUMI ROBE NIROBE”
(You’ll remain silent in my heart)
(You’ll remain silent in my heart)
-by Sobhan Pramanik
With the light of dawn tracing its first streaks
on the skin of the night shedding sky…and the air of living beautifully
blanketed by the heart-warming melodies from the pages of ‘KOBI PRONAM’, the
day couldn't have asked for a better start.
On his 152nd birth anniversary we heartily remember
the legend whose words had been a constant source of inspiration to us. The person
who made history with his ink dipped feather, sitting by the window that for us
only opened to stretches of sun baked grassy lawns…but for him the window
opened only to an endless canvas of serene imagination and heartfelt emotions.
The person for whom the knowledge deciphered within the four walls of a classroom
on a shiny black rocky plate held no meaning. Whose childhood images of water
tickling down the leaves of the mighty trees and the insane elephant swaying its
head (JAL PARE PATA NARE, PAGLA
HATHI MATHA NAARE) found prominence in
every mortal heart and almost every section of history that we fondly remember.
The person who was the first Non-Russian Nobel Prize winner in the field of
literature for his work ‘GITANJALI’, which means the song offerings(Git-Song.
Anjali-Offering)very lucidly portrayed a strong devotional connotation…
With his native soil in JORASAKO been painted to
the colours of a festival and literature academies across the globe paying homage
to the bygone poet, myself out here in Kolkata cramped to the occupancy of
life, lost in one of his tracks caressing nostalgia, proudly looking back to
the abundance of his glories; I try and frame a few words as a mark of tribute to
the connoisseur of literature, RABINDRANATH TAGORE.
You left…only to live forever…
Where
the endless ocean and the rumbling cascade would bow to your diversity…
Where the myth is devoid of a second you…
Where the myth is devoid of a second you…
Where the
eternity fails to describe you…
You left…only to live forever…
You left…only to live forever…
Where
your words reignites the flame of living within the race of life…
Where your creations would make the architect of heaven envious…
Where the darkness of woods gets buried by the light of your vision…
You left…only to live forever…
Where your compositions fail to abide by the eight octaves…
Where our life jives to the notes of your unconventional…yet serene music…
Where our life and your creations are a blend that would melt any raging hurdle…
You left…only to live forever…
Regards,
Sobhan Pramanik.
Where your creations would make the architect of heaven envious…
Where the darkness of woods gets buried by the light of your vision…
You left…only to live forever…
Where your compositions fail to abide by the eight octaves…
Where our life jives to the notes of your unconventional…yet serene music…
Where our life and your creations are a blend that would melt any raging hurdle…
You left…only to live forever…
Regards,
Sobhan Pramanik.
Author- Sobhan Pramanik,
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