ROGSHAJYAY 7

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In the middle of the night

in my fevered murky gaze-

I see suddenly your radiant advent.

I seek to think

the countless burning stars of the sky

are nodding their acceptance in endless time

of my own soul’s legacy.

But then, I know

that you’re leaving,

and I am suddenly filled with teror-

at the relentless stillness of the uncaring sky.

-Tagore

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