With unfeeling coldness
A woman opens the window
In a snowy dawn
Wipes the memory of her son
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mountain Of Mountains
With unfeeling coldness
A woman opens the window
In a snowy dawn
Wipes the memory of her son
Kisses the kids who were never born
Folding her wrinkles one by one
leaves for the woods
The morning bird sings
With a heavy heart
Stretching in the sky
A baby raises his tender limbs
Crying in the future
A young girl takes her life
In the daylight hours
No one wants to remember
When was the last time
She smiled or cried
The river runs in silence
Don't go there in day times
Warns Grandfather
Unsatisfied spirits lurk there
Shall I wash my soul here
Thinks a visitor
A butterfly asks
Why have you come
The colours have been
Vanishing from mountains
For now
The first rays of sunrise illuminate
The ruins of Tagore's home
‘I will embrace the death the way I have loved the life'
He says