I dreamt that she sat by my head,
tenderly ruffling my hair with her fingers,
playing the melody of her touch.
I looked at her face and struggled with my tears,
till the agony of unspoken words burst my sleep like a bubble.
I sat up and saw the glow of the Milky Way above my window,
like a world of silence on fire,
and I wondered if at this moment
she had a dream that rhymed with mine.
Rabindranath Tagore
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3 comments:
Dear Solitaire,
Beautiful:))
What a wonderful poem brimming with soulful emotions...i loved it.
Thank you so much for sharing this masterpiece:))
Love, hugs and prayers:)
She must have shared the same dream with the same tenderness and intensity.
I can feel the melody of her touch and the agony of tears .
Silence on fire .
Solitaire , dear Solitaire , I love your selection of poems .
Akash
Thank you..
When i first read this peom, i almost stopped breathing.. you have no idea how personal this poem is to me...
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