Stray Birds
By:Rabindranath Tagore
Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away.
And yellow leaves of autumn which have no songs,
flutter and fall there with a sigh.
O troupe of little vagrants of the world, leave your footprints in my words.
The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover.
It becomes small as one songs, as one kiss of the eternal.
It is the tears of the earth that keep her smiles in bloom.
The mighty desert is burning for the love of a blade of grass who shakes her head
and laugh and flies away.
Let this be my last word, that i trust thy love.
if you shed tears when you miss the sun, you also miss the stars
beesian signing off at 9:46:00 PM ♥