The poem has been titled " I cannot remember my mother". It attracted me for some reason, for I thought that surely, a poem couldn't be completely empty. There had to be some form of nostalgia, or memory in a poem about no remembrance. I realized after reading it, that I was right. In fact, the poem's title can be considered an oxymoron. However, the extent to which this poem is nostalgic, the amount of tiny details in this poem, wow. But I don't suppose Tagore was a Literature Nobel Laureate for nothing. This poem has sensitized its audience to the poet's colossal loss, though the poet ,it seems,has made no effort to do so. There is nothing superfluous about his writing, and the poem seems like a true expression of his love for his mother. It talks about how his mother managed to leave her presence on everything before she passed away, and how those little memories of his,form an incomplete memory of his mother.
Fascinating photos, especially the "living" bridge. What a great place to visit!
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The villagers actually bent the roots and shaped them to turn into a bridge. There's a lot of them near Mawlynnong.
DeleteGreat shots! I especially like the one inside the cave. Thanks for sharing, and here are MY SATURDAY SNAPSHOTS
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DeleteI love caves! And that bridge is so amazing! Those are the types of sights I always want to visit when I go on trips. Thanks for sharing!
ReplyDeleteI can't say I'm a huge fan of caves, but it can be fun to go exploring inside!
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