"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."
"Poems On Life: Life is given to us, we earn it by giving it. Let the dead have the immortality of fame, but the living the immortality of love. Life's errors cry for the merciful beauty that can modulate their isolation into a harmony with the whole. Life, like a child, laughs, shaking its rattle of death as it runs."
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Source: Rabindranath Tagore, “Poems On Life”
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