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On The Nature Of Love

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 whereor with whom - of that we are unaware.

But we have this faith - that a lifetime's blisswill appear any minute, with a smile upon its lips.

Scents, touches, sounds, snatches of songsbrush 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 offin the darkness - I don't know if they exist or not.

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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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