Again Gitanjali

Gitanjali is a book of classical love poetry And Tagore here trying to compile classically, Seconded by the joys and sorrows of life, Already felt, experienced and seen, The poet trying to share with the Creator And the same the Preserver and the Destroyer too, The Flute-player and man the melody of it, Breaking forth, Man a pilgrim and life a pilgrimage, God the Shepherd and man a lamb. When the soul flutters in the mire of maya, He seems to be with the concept of Sagun Brahma, the Divine in Form But when he readies for a departure With tears into the eyes of his, a jiva, With Blackly Yama standing at the cottage door to take Life-spirit away, He gets nervous and frustrated With nothing as the alternative option to opt for. When the story of maya ends abruptly and with a breakheart, The story of bairagya starts, I mean renunciation Leading to nihilism and existentialism And the dramma of the absurd, Nothingness, scepticism, agnosticism and atheism But in a subdued tone And that is nirguna, without characteristics The Nirguna Brahma, the Formless Divine. The Unknown Path of life lies it ahead to take to And man goign an uphill jopurney, Winding unto the last, Craggy and stony, With the cutting edge, With the travel sore and fatigue, He undertaking to reach The Midway Inns to pass the darker nightfalls After the eve-ends To reach the Final Abode of God.