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Thursday, 9 May 2013

“TUMI ROBE NIROBE” (You’ll remain silent in my heart) -by Sobhan Pramanik


“TUMI ROBE NIROBE”
(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 eternity fails to describe you…
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.

Author- Sobhan Pramanik,  
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