The viewless wings of poesy

Excerpt from one of my high school poems that I loved-Flute Music. Original poem was by Tagore in Bengali. Sadly, no access to that right now. This is the translated version:

The music is true
Where in the everlasting twilight....
The Dhalesvari river flows,
Tamal trees shading her banks,
And she who waits in the courtyard,
Dacca sari, vermilion on her forehead.


Sorry to anybody who might find the words not quite as in the original english version...this is from memory, so bear with me. Conveys the essence though.

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How hard it is to snap the ties that bind our hearts to the eternal fountain of hope.

How hard it is to just stand and watch.

And how much harder to bear it all with a smile.

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Just realized, Netaji had the right idea.