And when I talk about my favorite poets and poems, this one has got to be one of those 'all time favorite stuff' , from Geetanjli by Rabindra Nath Tagore
Thou hast made me endless, such is thy pleasure. This frail vessel thou emptiest again and again, and fillest it ever with fresh life.
This little flute of a reed thou hast carried over hills and dals, and hast breathed through it melodies eternally new.
The immortal touch of thy hands my ittle heart loses its limits in joy and gives birthy to utterance ineffable.
Thy infinite gifts to come to me only on these very small hands of mine. Ages pass, and still thou pourest, and still there is a room to fill.
I recall the entire book containing over some 100 poems, though a good number is still left to be read but of all I have gone through, I really admire this one :)
Thou hast made me endless, such is thy pleasure. This frail vessel thou emptiest again and again, and fillest it ever with fresh life.
This little flute of a reed thou hast carried over hills and dals, and hast breathed through it melodies eternally new.
The immortal touch of thy hands my ittle heart loses its limits in joy and gives birthy to utterance ineffable.
Thy infinite gifts to come to me only on these very small hands of mine. Ages pass, and still thou pourest, and still there is a room to fill.
I recall the entire book containing over some 100 poems, though a good number is still left to be read but of all I have gone through, I really admire this one :)
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