This book contains work by the child poet Gitanjali (born June 1961 - died Aug 1977), on the subject of cancer, dying, God, and the love between herself and her family (especially her parents), and fondness for her neighbours ~ human and non-human.
When I go through these poems which I have done a couple times before I am moved by the utter simplicity of the language and the extraordinary in ward journey of a child who was only sixteen, who had loved life and all things around her and ultimately accepting the finality of death – a conscious death one may say. And when she went, she went finally in peace with herself her only regret being that she would be leaving behind her grieving parents and friends. Some of the poems also reflect the extent of concern she has for people awaiting a similar fate as hers. All the poems are introspective, there more than a hundred of them. There are no pretensions which a lot of us resort to sometimes to sound authentic, the poems are pure and come straight from the heart. Her belief in God is un wavering and she speaks to him often and that was her constant source of strength till the end. The wonderful foreword to the book written by Pritish Nandy sums up saying “Despite our different Gods, our different perceptions of life and truth, each of us walk the same way. Poems like Gitanjali’s occasionally light up the darkness and show us that all sorrow is universal. Just as love is”. It was he who had first published Gitanjali’s poems when he was editor of the Illustrated Weekly of India. http://subbusg.blogspot.in/2012/08/gi...
This book is a collection of poems written by a 16 year old girl who dies of cancer. She knows that she has cancer but doesnt want her parents(who havent told her she is going to die) to know that she knows. These poems were found hidden in odd places. Her mother found them and they were published post her death.
The poems express her ironic and helpless situation, yet a remarkably positive, kind and considerate attitude towards life.
Deep, filled with emotions and overwhelming Tagore's poems deserve all the praises they usually receive. The themes like love, time and devotion blend and weave seamlessly into each other infusing a concoction of mixed emotions. His poems on devotion to Almighty add a saintly touch to his words.. "The flower sweetens the air with its perfume; yet its last service is to offer itself to you. Thy worship does not impoverish the world. From the words of the poet men take what meanings pleases them; yet their last meaning points to thee."🙏🏻🎶 Mind boggling! 💓