Of all the things I've missed about blogging, what I've missed the most, is sharing Gurudev's poems with fellow bloggers. I don't know about you, but I've always thought of Thursdays with Tagore as a sort of poetry club where people from across the world read, feel, enjoy, reflect and think of the great man's poems. Tagore loved the idea of making the East merge with the West and exchange thoughts and ideas ( Santiniketan was based on that idea) and I'm happy we're doing the same in our own little online way :)
Enough of me rambling. I'll let Tagore speak. From the Gitanjali:
Thy gifts to us mortals fulfill all our needs and yet run back to thee undiminished.
The river has its everyday work to do and hastens through fields and hamlets; yet its incessant stream winds towards the washing of thy feet.
The flower sweetens the air with its perfume; yet its last service is to offer itself to thee.
Thy worship does not impoverish the world.
From the words of the poet men take what meanings please them; yet their last meaning points to thee.
This is beautiful as ever. The metaphors - of the river, the flower, and the interpretation of the poet's words - bring the poem to life and make it simple, yet rich with meaning. I love how short yet evocative this poem is. What do you think?