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Lost Time 
-Rabindranath Tagore


On many an idle day have I grieved over lost time.
But it is never lost, my lord!
You have taken every moment of my life in your own hands.

Hidden in the heart of things you are  nourishing seeds into sprouts, 
buds into blossoms, and ripening flowers into fruitfulness.

I was tired and sleeping on my idle bed
and imagined all work had ceased.
In the morning I woke up
and found my garden full with wonders of flowers.

Comments ( 1 )

  • swarna shanmugalingam says:

    I sing, I love to sing in the beauty of true hearts always turning, twisting and wondering till my last breath knowing not where I am going but just to see the beauty of the world.

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