Shirk my Work

 One day this week as I was sitting inside looking out the window of my office at blue sky, white clouds and a blustery breeze, and having heard that rainy weather was in the forecast right up to what would be a busy week end, I took Rabindranath Tagore's poem 'অজ ধােনর েক্কতে to heart, threw aside my pens and pent up indoor impediment and you can guess where I went.

Here's Tagore's poem:

Today in fields of rice

the shadows and the sunshine play

hide and seek today.

In skies of blue,

now who is it that floats these 

white cloud-boats this way?

Today the honey bee forgets to eat 

his harvest sweet;

he takes  to flight

a drunken journey to the light.

Today, why ever does the river wander? 

Watching here and there I wonder.

Oh delight! I'll not go home, my friend;

I'll not go home today.

Today, I'll break the skies asunder,

take from the great outdoors my plunder.

The foaming high tide waters pile. 

The breezes blow; today I smile.

I'll shirk my work, my flute I'll play

That is how to spend this day.