I do Tagore!

Put lime in your rhyme to make sour your power. Pick your dime in time, and not cower in last hour.

When things start to bore,
and days begin to sore,
I make myself adore,
Mr. R N Tagore!

When I tend to abhor,
detest from my inner core,
To stop from hating more,
I try Tagore!

Lives damsels tore,
Envious beings of poor,
Fresh are his lore,
Salving Tagore!

It's now nearly o'er,
This work of lore,
So I read on slo'er,
The book of Tagore.