I got up this morning
to a very beautiful day;
shining with hope
through clouds of dismay.
I wondered what could be
the reason for the change.
Though it was soothing,
yet looked so strange!
I could not believe: was awake
or in some eternal dream;
Flowing from tomorrow
to today, like a cascading stream.
Rain, the previous night, has
washed away all dirt.
Wet drenched me but cleansed me too.
Nature’s silent but romantic flirt!
Oh! is this the glow of
a new born or am I reborn?
Now I know every time it rains,
removed are some skin torn.
Here I was crying childishly on
distress and agony, never existed.
Losing childlike wit, forgetting
how much I was trusted.
Someone has said long back,
we learn from our mistake.
Life is not about going back, rather
moving ahead with every retake!
I vividly remember reading this poem for the first time in my 8th standard. Ever since then I felt deeply connected, in some mysterious way, to this beautiful piece of creation from Gitanjali, a masterpiece written by Rabindranath Tagore.
Where the mind is without fear
and the head is held high;
Where knowledge is free;
Where the world has not been
broken up into fragments by narrow
Where words come out from
the depth of truth;
Where tireless striving stretches its
arms towards perfection;
Where the clear stream of reason
has not lost its way into the dreary
desert sand of dead habit;
Where the mind is led forward by
thee into ever-widening thought and
Into that heaven of freedom, my
Father, let my country awake.
P.S: My “Where” series poems are inspired from this poem!