Hindrances in life are stubborn, and my heart aches
as I struggle to break these limitations; to hope
for freedom I need most I feel ashamed!
You, my friend, is a priceless wealth
but I have not the heart to sweep away the tinsel
filling my room; likewise I hate the shroud, the death
and the dust covering me, yet I cling to it with love!
My debts are huge, my failures great, and my shame
secret and heavy; but as I turn to you for my goodI tremble in case my plea is granted, and change expected!
Adopted from Tagore’s Gitanjali, poem 28
Henry Victor 04.01.2013
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