|... to wait and watch at the wayside|
THIS IS MY delight, thus to wait and watch at the wayside where shadow chases light and the rain comes in the wake of the summer.
|Messengers, the tidings from unknown skies...|
Messengers, the tidings from unknown skies, greet me
and speed along the road. My heat is glad within,
and the breath of the passing breeze is sweet.
From dawn till dusk I sit here before my door, and I
know that of a sudden the happy moment will
arrive when I shall see.
In the meanwhile I smile and I sing all alone.
In the meanwhile the air is filling with the perfume of promise.
( Quoted from Tagore's 'Gitanjali' )
Photos: From Hempta trek and personal files.