waiting to offer herself completely with her full burden of sweetness. ~ Rabindranath Tagore

My life when young 
was like a flower

A flower 
that loosens a petal or two 
from her abundance 
and never feels the loss 
When the spring breeze 
comes to beg at her door.

Now at the end of youth 
my life is like a fruit, 
having nothing to spare

And waiting to offer 
herself completely 
with her full burden 
of sweetness.

~ Rabindranath Tagore 
Fruit-Gathering
New York: The Macmillan Company, 1916