Wednesday, 13 July 2011

When she passed by me..... by Rabindranath Tagore

When she passed by me
with quick steps,
the end of her skirt touched me.

From the unknown island of a heart
came a sudden warm breath of spring.

A flutter of a flitting touch brushed me
and vanished in a moment,

Like a torn flower petal
blown in the breeze.

It fell upon my heart
like a sigh of her body
and whisper of her heart.

~ Rabindranath Tagore

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