when lights are eloquent, and the shadows are quiet
you are away
amongst the flowers in your garden
aroma of assurances
arms of intimacy
are stretched in vain
why should trail of light
not lead you to walk up the path
what are you waiting for
why this indecisiveness
what are you asking for
which this sky can not offer
why not create a new sky
by tearing the tears
off the idols u worshiped so long
I have plucked your flower, O world!
I pressed it to my heart and the thorn pricked.
When the day waned and it darkened, I found that
the flower had faded, but the pain remained.
More flowers will come to you with perfume and pride, O world!
But my time for flower-gathering is over, and through the dark night
I have not my rose, only the pain remains.
R Tagore