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Waiting

The song I came to sing remains unsung to this day.

I have spent my days in stringing and in unstringing my instrument.

The time has not come true, the words have not been rightly set; only there is the agony of wishing in my heart…..

I have not seen his face, nor have I listened to his voice; only I have heard his gentle footsteps from the road before my house…..

But the lamp has not been lit and I cannot ask him into my house;

I live in the hope of meeting with him; but this meeting is not yet.

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Rabindranath Tagore

Rabindranath Tagore (born Robindronath Thakur, 7 May 1861 – 7 August 1941), sobriquets Gurudev, was a Bengali polymath- poet, writer, composer, …

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