tagore and i

tagore and i





sometimes at midnight,
or in the dawn’s half light
in the glistening light and shade
of a late afternoon.
suddenly the sky rings
with the eternal pain of parting and longing.

and ever so often
into my mind
she comes and goes
wearing a dhakai sari
and sindoor in her hair.

rabindranath tagore

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let my thoughts come to you
when I am gone
like the afterglow of sunset
at the margin of starry silence
- rabindranath tagore -