Sunday, August 29, 2004

A Portion From Rabindra poetry

Stray Birds

Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away.
And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and
fall there with a sigh.

O troupe of little vagrants of the world, leave your footprints
in my words.

The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover.
It becomes small as one song, as one kiss of the eternal.

It is the tears of the earth that keep her smiles in bloom.

The mighty desert is burning for the love of a blade of grass who
shakes her head and laughs and flies away.................

### Rabindranath