Thursday, May 8, 2014

Rabindranath Tagore - Life

The same stream of life that runs
through my veins night and day
runs through the world and dances
in rhythmic measures.

It is the same life that shoots in joy
through the dust of the earth
in numberless blades of grass
and breaks into tumultuous waves
of leaves and flowers.

It is the same life that is rocked in
the ocean-cradle of birth
and of death, in ebb and in flow.

I feel my limbs are made glorious by
the touch of this world of life.
And my pride is from the life-throb of
ages dancing in my blood this

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