Reading 14:-The Post Office by Tagore- A Review!

The Post Office by Tagore- A Review!

Book in the middle of hibiscus-


दही, दही, दही….

This distant loud tone of the curd seller on the road side.

The lady fetches a bowl, running in the courtyard,

Only to have the white curd for her child that

Relishes her with smile

 

Ringing of the brass bell

And the calling- राम दाना, राम दाना,

The little kid holding kurta of his grandfather

Insisting- जल्दी चलो, वरना वो चला जाएगा

Letting him wait longer than usual,

Yearning for the royal grain.

Giggling at the sound of  राम दाना, राम दाना ||

 

Squeaks of a squirrel

Jumping, hopping, running & playing with soil

Enjoying peanuts & pulses

Waving its bushy tail

Roaming all around with

An innocent face.

 

Cooing of the brown pigeon dove

Calling its female friend

Saddened by her unresponse,

Flies away in search of

Another friend.


Pigeons flocking together ,

Pecking corn & rice grains

Taking swift flight in the wind

Bathing & resting in the water pot

Open their arms and dry their feathers

And fly together to a land far far away.

 

The pussy cat,

Running after the rat

Slips on the watery floor

Luck favoring the rat

Birds watching the scene, 

tweeting & celebrating rat’s victory.

 

Hibiscus flowers, dissolved in the red tinge

Of morning sun

Blossoming & blooming with its light

Like deep red pearls

Glowing in a garland

Fills the heart with a colorful life.

 

Children playing on terrace,

Their own invented games

Counting 1,2,3 and they run

Tossing mindlessly over mud as if

Its their sleeping bed.

Making sounds-

Sometimes, caw caw caw of a crow

Other times, coo coo of a cuckoo,

Then they hum like bees

And giggle like leaves.

 

Let’s travel with the wind

To a far away, distant

& unknown land

Sheeps grazing meadows

Shepherd lost in the hills

And the traveller

Seeking the secret of seas

For the mountains & seas

Have their secrets that

They don’t easily reveal.

 

Well! These are so little little small treasures

Aren’t they?

These little treasure are what

We call as life

And the postman will bring

A letter for all of us

In an envelope called

“ Now its time,

Let’s travel to sky and

Be the star of the night sky.

 

The post office by Tagore is just this . A blend of small treasures of a little boy Amal who has only little time left for his life. And in that, he wins the hearts, finding joy & happiness in whatever his eyes & imagination comes across. Making friends, having dreams, finding light & life in every moment. 

Well! Life is indeed brief. Isn’t it?

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