I know the day will come
When my sight of this world shall be lost.
Life will take its leave in silence,
Drawing the last curtain before my eyes.
Yet stars will still shine at night,
And mornings rise as before,
And hours will still heave like sea waves,
Casting up pleasures and pains.
When i think of this end of my moments
The barrier of the moment breaks,
And i see by the light of death
Your world with its careless treasures.
Rare is its meanest lives,
Rare is its lowliest seat.
Things that i longed for in vain,
And things that i got - let them pass.
Let me but truly possess
The things that i ever spurned and overlooked.
- Rabindranath Tagore
4 comments:
hmm....friday the 12th...afternoon...so what's ur train of thought ? ...too much of work eh ? or t aftermath of counselling a kiddo ? :)...good choice....but DO WE REALLY KNOW...??? i still pursue t lowliest seat...
hey jan,
i thought u wrote it until the last mention of tagore thatha....anyway...i wonder what triggered u to post this here...anything specific that u observered or felt???
i dont know.... something was churned inside after reading it.... so posted it
for a moment i thought those were ur lines :o
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