Rabindranath Tagore

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

The Gardener Xxxiv: Do Not Go, My Love - Poem by Rabindranath Tagore

Do not go, my love, without asking
my leave.
I have watched all night, and now
my eyes are heavy with sleep.
I fear lest I lose you when I'm
sleeping.
Do not go, my love, without asking
my leave.
I start up and stretch my hands to
touch you. I ask myself, "Is it a
dream?"
Could I but entangle your feet with
my heart and hold them fast to my
breast!
Do not go, my love, without asking
my leave.


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  • Silver Star - 3,642 Points Soumita Sarkar (9/11/2013 11:05:00 AM)

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004



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