Saturday, September 29, 2007

Reunion

A while ago I wrote about how I missed re-reading my fave poem of Toru Dutt's. Now I got it.
Read it for yourself and see what you think of it..

Three happy children in a darkened room!
What do they gaze on with wide open eyes?
A dense,dense forest,where no sunbeam pries,
And in its centre a cleared spot. - There bloom
Gigantic flowers on creepers that embrace
Tall trees;there,in a quiet lucid lake
The white swans glide;
There, "whirring from the brake," the peacock springs;
There,herds of wild deer race;
There,patches gleam with yellow waving grain;
There,blue smoke from strange altar rises light,
there,dwells in peace, the poet-anchorite.
But who is this fair lady? Not in vain
She weeps,--for lo! at every tear she sheds
Tears from three pairs of young eyes fall
amain,
And bowed in sorrow are the three young heads,
It is an old,old story and the lay
Which has evoked sad Sita from the past
Is by a mother sung....'Tis hushed at last
And melts the picture from their sight away,
Yet shall they dream of it until the day!
When shall those children by their mother's side
Gather,ah me! as erst at
eventide?

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