"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."
"The smile that flickers on a baby’s lips when he sleeps- does anyone know where it was born? Yes, there is a rumor that a young pale beam of a crescent moon touched the edge of a vanishing autumn cloud, and there the smile was first born in the dream of a dew-washed morning."
52 likes
Source: Rabindranath Tagore (2013). “Gitanjali”, p.79, Simon and Schuster
About the author