I am no poet. I cannot write poems. I tried once but the words wouldn’t come out and that was the end of it. However, the lack of skill to write is as much as the loved to read and to listen to poems being read. There is something in one’s voice that makes the poem even more beautiful and musical. Everything appears to be so calm and peaceful. It’s like a lullaby and I am the baby being put to sleep *sigh*.
Talking about poetry, I decided to challenge myself, that is, to read at least 3 poems in a week and try to memorize at least one or two lines. Don’t you just feel good at yourself while conversing with friends when, out of the blue, you quote lines from poems? And no, that is not the moving force of the challenge ;p. Learning is living, somebody quotes, but living is more fun when you actually imbibed what you learned and that includes memorizing some poem lines :D.
I’ll start the challenge from Rabindranath Tagore’s A Moment’s Indulgence.
I ask for a moment’s indulgence to sit by thy side.
The works that I have in hand I will finish afterwards.
Away from the sight of thy face my heart knows no rest nor respite,
and my work becomes an endless toil in a shoreless sea of toil.
Today the summer has come at my window with it’s sigh and murmurs;
and the bees are plying their minstrelsy at the court of the flowering grove.
Now it is time to sit quiet, face to face with thee
and to sing dedication of life in this silent and overflowing leisure.