When playing with you
I never questioned who you were
and had neither shyness nor fear
while my life was also so lively.
Then in early mornings you would call
me from my sleep as if you were my own
comrade and lead me running
from one glade to another glade.
On those days I never cared to know
the meaning of songs you sang for me
but my voice picked up the tunes
while my heart danced to their beat.
Now with the playtime over
a sudden sight has come on me.
The world with eyes bent to your feet
stands in awe with all her silent stars!
Adopted from Tagore’s Gitanjali, poem 97
Henry Victor 03.12.2012
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