Rabindranath Tagore

(7 May 1861 – 7 August 1941 / Calcutta (Kolkata), Bengal Presidency / British India)

At The Last Watch


Pity, in place of love,
That pettiest of gifts,
Is but a sugar-coating over neglect.
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  • * Sunprincess * (6/8/2014 8:34:00 PM)

    ............this write is very meaningful....I could feel he would miss his loved one deeply... (Report) Reply

  • Ramesh Rai (2/2/2014 10:25:00 AM)

    Had you ever turned back to me before leaving the place. i had been waiting for your back.
    the morning star is witness of my sleepless night. (Report) Reply

  • Annette Thompson (1/11/2012 7:43:00 PM)

    I know Nan and thank you. Your always be my storm in the sky and wondrous gift Ill always know is there. Just because I know you are there. Tears may fall and pain may sear through my soul but our souls are still our own. And God Bless that name we fear so much in our existances. (Report) Reply

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