In the Legend's Farmhouse

Thoughts behind the poem

We visited Abanindranath Tagore's farmhouse this afternoon. The serene atmosphere, the tranquil river, the paintings -- all created a Paradise on earth. It was an excellent experience indeed. This poem was composed right there in the lap of nature. The place was full of ethereal bliss as if I was dreaming. Right then, I got wonder-struck that it was a real feeling. The spot bears the witness of the Indian legend. Such a dear delight is indeed required in the humdrum daily life. I captured a few photos of the spot that are shared herewith. Hope, you have the identical experience through and through.

The poem-- "In the Legend's Farmhouse"

What an awesome aura!

Abanindranath Tagore's

Farmhouse, full of beauty,

Full of integrity, 

Full of Nature's purity,

Full of Gangetic chastity.

Suffused with the richness

Of Eastern culture and heritage,

Of "sunny spots of greenery",

The heaven on earth revives

The divinity of the ancient

Ancestral house of the legend.

He may be late, he may be no more,

Still he is ever more present here.

Big banyan trees,

The splashing shoal of fish,

The smilax independent,

Full of ecstasy present,

Are a visual dish.

Somewhere I find stubbles

On the ground, somewhere sand,

Somewhere ancient bubbles

Extend their helpful hand.

That, too, in a spiritual way,

Lifting up the soulful bay,

Making them full to the brim.

All feels like a dream.

Am I awake, or at sleep?

The impact's indeed so deep.