Here, I present before you an amazing poem written by Anjali, a friend of mine. She wrote the poem long back, when she was a small child, studying in 6th standard. She was inspired by the work of Rabindranath Tagore and William Wordsworth. A few words about her. An excellent human being, with a great Soul. With Art in her blood she can make you think of the limitless horizons. 

With your permission Anjali..

When the music of thy poem illumines the world

  and its rhythm enlightens the sky

I feel that my heart melts into one sweet harmony

  and my adoration to you grows in mystical depth

which spreads wings like a bird on its flight

 I forget myself and yearn to merge in the classic poetry

then I see myself in the theme of the song

  captive in its magical spell.........

I struggle endlessly for a creation

  but finds that my hardships are in vain

and i see that my master poet is on and on

  from humerous notes to melancholy strain

his voice runs throughout the sky

  a holy stream on to sinful lands

birds come to hear across the seas

  Plains,polars and arabian sands.

But i vainly struggle just for a voice

  And i cry out in utter shame

Is it thoughts,words or notes I lack?

  Alas,will i gain a literary fame?