The Journey | Rabindranath Tagore

[wind_hover]

The morning sea of silence broke into ripples of bird songs;
and the flowers were all merry by the roadside;
and the wealth of gold was scattered through the rift of the clouds
while we busily went on our way and paid no heed.

We sang no glad songs nor played;
we went not to the village for barter;
we spoke not a word nor smiled;
we lingered not on

Comments

[dropsofviolet]

lit (or: to the scientist I am not speaking to anymore is one of my favorites. It's funny but spiteful.

[wind_hover]

Thank you! :) It was really cathartic reading it.

[windowwasher88]

Ooh, thanks for that. Great funny/painful read.