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"Weed" ~Taraxacum Homo sapiens sapiens call it a weed. Any life form which can think or reason may think the reverse ! In the world's audience hall, the simple blade of grass sits on the same carpet with the sunbeam and the stars of midnight. .............. ~Rabindranath Tagore

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“Clouds heap upon clouds and it darkens. Ah, love, why dost thou let me wait outside at the door all alone? In the busy moments of the noontide work I am with the crowd, but on this dark lonely day it is only for thee that I hope. ................................ I keep gazing on the far-away gloom of the sky, and my heart wanders wailing with the restless wind.” ~ Tagore

“Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add colour to my sunset sky.” - Rabindranath Tagore

Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves. Rabindranath Tagore

“Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.” ― Rabindranath Tagore

The sun of the first day Put the question To the new manifestation of life- Who are you? There was no answer. Years passed by. The last sun of the last day Uttered the question on the shore of the western sea In the hush of evening- Who are you? No answer came again. Rabindranath Tagore

The music of the far-away summer flutters around the Autumn seeking its former nest. ~Rabindranath Tagore,

I keep gazing on the far-away gloom of the sky, and my heart wanders wailing with the restless wind. Excerpt: "Gitanjali XVIII" ~ Tagore

Clouds heap upon clouds and it darkens. Ah, love, why dost thou let me wait outside at the door all alone? In the busy moments of the noontide work I am with the crowd, but on this dark lonely day it is only for thee that I hope. If thou showest me not thy face, if thou leavest me wholly aside, I know not how I am to pass these long, rainy hours. I keep gazing on the far away gloom of the sky, and my heart wanders wailing with the restless wind. Rabindranath Tagore

The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough. ~Rabindranath Tagore

If the day is done, if birds sing no more, if the wind has flagged tired, then draw the veil of darkness thick upon me, .................... ~ Rabindranath Tagore

“In the world's audience hall, the simple blade of grass sits on the same carpet with the sunbeams, and the stars of midnight” Tagore