Tagore Song (257) Oh No, No, If Couldn’t Come Lacking Time Don’t Mind Even Couldn’t Come Poem by Tushar Ray
Tagore Song (257) Oh No, No, If Couldn’t Come Lacking Time Don’t Mind Even Couldn’t Come
Oh no, no, if couldn’t come lacking time
Do not mind even you couldn’t come
Briefly staying don’t say I go, I go, I go
Looking back offer something towards
Making pain of separation only pleasant
Raising briefly showing your tearful eyes
Similarly in morning fleeting Sukhtara
Will arise far out on sky’s forehead
At night’s end this is the last crying
Remaining bound in the Bina-string
The lost jewel will be laced in dreams
Oh sufferer of separation pain - -
Open farewell door by your own hand
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4/23/2024 6:01:47 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Looking back upon pleasant memories now feeling the pain of separation with tearful eyes. The world is fleeting like the north star every morning and rising at night reflecting the sound of crying. Bina-string. Very beautiful and inspiring, Tushar. Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn