Those who love me in this world
try very hard to hold me secure,
but you, with love greater than they
can offer, keep me ever free.
Fear of me forgetting them prevents them
from leaving me alone, but day passes day
and you are not seen and if I call not you
your love still lingers for my love.
Adopted from Tagore’s Gitanjali, poem 32
Henry Victor 13.10.2012
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