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| Am Lone again... |
I thought I had something to say to her when our
eyes met in the road.
But she passed away, and it rocks day and night
like an idle boat on every wave of the hours-
the thing that I had to say to her.
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| ... lone again... |
It seems to sail in the autumn clouds in an endless
quest
and to bloom into evening flowers
seeking its lost words in the sunset.
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| ... and lone again. |
It twinkles like fireflies in my heat to find its own
meaning
in the dust of despair-
the thing that I had to say to her.
-poems from Tagore
