If there is nothing but pain in loving Then why this love? What folly is this to claim her heart? Because you have offered her your own! With desire scorching your blood And madness glowing in your eyes Why this mirage in a desert? He craves for nothing in the world Who is in possession of himself The sweet air of springtime is this, The flowers, the birdsongs But love comes like a hungry shadow Destroying the whole world Then why seek this mist that darkens life? Rabindranath Tagore
Posted on: Thu, 04 Jul 2013 05:36:00 +0000
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