Asks the Possible of the Impossible,
"Where is your dwelling-place?"
"In the dreams of the Impotent,"
comes the answer
A dewdrop is a perfect integrity
that has no filial memory of its parentage.
A mind all logic is like a knife all blade.
It makes the hand bleed that uses it.
~Rabindranath Tagore
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2 comments:
nice poem! Thanks for sharing. Tagore always has wonderful imagery.
Thank you. I like these verses!
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