Comments about Sangbid Kundu
If We Knew
If we knew the cares and crosses
Crowding round our neighbor’s way;
If we knew the little losses,
Sorely grievous day by day,
Would we then so often chide him
For the lack of thrift and gain-
Casting o’er his life a shadow,
Leaving on his heart a stain.
If we knew the silent story
Quivering through the heart of pain,
Would our womanhood dare doom them
Back to haunts of guilt again?
Life hath many a tangled crossing.
Joy hath many a break of woe,
And the cheeks tear washed seem whitest,
This the blessed angels know.
Let us reach into our ...