The night is black and the forest has no end;
a million people thread it in a million ways.
We have trysts to keep in the darkness, but where
or with whom - of that we are unaware.
But we have this faith - that a lifetime's bliss
will appear any minute, with a smile upon its lips.
Scents, touches, sounds, snatches of songs
brush us, pass us, give us delightful shocks.
Then peradventure there's a flash of lightning:
whomever I see that instant I fall in love with.
I call that person and cry: `This life is blest!
for your sake such miles have I traversed!'
All those others who came close and moved off
in the darkness - I don't know if they exist or not.
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Comments2Just reread 'On the Nature of Love' by Rabindranath Tagore for the 1st time in years. 'Whomever I see that instant I fall in love with.' 💘 Made me all nostalgic... Takes me me back!
Brill poem! It's so deep and I felt like I get it. The part about a million people threading in milion ways, yeah feels true these days. All about love but not at all cheesy. Some homeworks are realy cool, this one made me think a lot. Like, who am I gonna meet in the darkness of life, y'know?