The butterfly counts not months but moments,
and has time enough.
Time is a wealth of change,
but the clock in its parody makes it mere change and no wealth.
Let your life lightly dance on the edges of Time
like dew on the tip of a leaf.
Looking for the original in Bengali
Nice and beautiful poem Thank you
' like dew on the tip of a leaf'.......Nice simile!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
Very nice poems of Rabindranath tagore