Saturday, August 14

...not altogether lost

I KNOW THAT this life, missing its ripeness in love, is not  altogether lost.
I know that the flowers that fade in the dawn, the
     streams that strayed in the desert, are not
     altogether lost .
I know that whatever lags behind in this life laden with
     slowness is not altogether lost.
I know that my dreams that are still unfulfilled, and my
melodies still unstruck, are clinging to some lute-
strings of thine, and they and they are not
altogether lost.

.... (from Tagore's Crossing)