"Clouds come floating into my life from other days no longer to shed rain or usher storm but to give colour to my sunset sky."
"I am restless. I am athirst for faraway things. My soul goes out in a longing to touch the skirt of the dim distance. O Great Beyond, O the keen call of thy flute! I forget, I ever forget, that I have no wings to fly, that I am bound in this spot evermore."
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Source: Rabindranath Tagore, Mohit Kumar Ray (2007). “Poems”, p.59, Atlantic Publishers & Dist
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