I dreamt that she sat by my head, tenderly ruffling my hair with
her fingers, playing the melody of her touch. I looked at her face
and struggled with my tears, till the agony of unspoken words burst
my sleep like a bubble.
I sat up and saw the glow of the Milky Way above my window,
like a world of silence on fire, and I wondered if at this moment
she had a dream that rhymed with mine.
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Tagore
PoetryTagore is one of my fav poet.. I have tried to compile few of his short poems and present it for you all... Tagore, a native of Kolkata, India, who wrote in Bengali and often translated his own work into English. Rabindranath Tagore won the Nobel Pr...
