My Song

Rabindranath Tagore

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This song of mine will wind its music around you, my child, like
the fond arms of love.
This song of mine will touch your forehead like a kiss of
blessing.
When you are alone it will sit by your side and whisper in
your ear, when you are in the crowd it will fence you about with
aloofness.
My song will be like a pair of wings to your dreams, it will
transport your heart to the verge of the unknown.
It will be like the faithful star overhead when dark night is
over your road.
My song will sit in the pupils of your eyes, and will carry
your sight into the heart of things.
And when my voice is silent in death, my song will speak in
your living heart.

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  • kathleneborrie

    Brings back childhood nostalgia, deeply moving.

    • anuja

      I encountered this poem in my younger years and it has really stayed with me. It has such a comforting vibe to it, like a warm hug or a lullaby that lulls you into a peaceful sleep. It allows me to reflect on the power and timelessness of songs. Sadly, the words are more poignant now than ever before as it reminds me that even at the end of life, a person's song, their words, and their influence can still live on in the hearts of the ones they've touched.