The pangs of separation ever melt and flow
into songs through my poetic heart, a homefor sufferings and joy; this overspreading pain
seeps from that deepened loves and desires.
The songs of separation spread in the world
giving birth to innumerable shapes in the skygazing in silence all nights from star to star
becoming lyric in rustling leaves in darkness.
Adopted from Tagore’s Gitanjali, poem 84
Henry Victor 14.12.2012
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