Stray Birds : Rabindranath Tagore

 O troupe of little vagrants of the world, leave your 
footprints in my words.


      The mystery of creation is like the darkness 
of night-it is great. Delusions of knowledge are 
like the fog of the morning.


The waterfall sings, "I find my song, 
when I find my freedom."


The dust of the dead words clings to thee.
Wash thy soul with silence.


Love! when you come with the burning lamp 
of pain in your hand. I can see 
your face and know as bliss.


The world has kissed my soul 
with its pain, asking for its 
return in songs.


Do not say, "It is morning." and 
dismiss it with a name of yesterday. 
See it for the first time as 
a new-born child that has no name.


We live in this world
when we love it.


Thou wilt find, Eternal Traveller,
marks of thy footsteps
across my songs.

~ Rabindranath Tagore ( from " Stray Birds")