Remembering My Tagore

My Thakur [Tagore]

It was your pain painted on the paper,
Now it often comes and cries with me.
That day it rained outside your window,
Now the same tune often washes me.
Unseen a guilty love had nested in your heart once,
Those lines come walking the same path with me.
Trapped in routine, your mind had taken many a flight,
I too have borrowed the same wings for me.
As your words smiled on a bright day,
They come dancing everyday to me.
When the storm marred the starry night,
Your sorrow crept and stood beside me.

Though I haven't touched you,
Never met you or conversed as such,
Your whispers have never left me alone.