Sketsa Kecil

The day was when I did not keep myself in readiness for thee;

and entering my heart unbidden even as one of the common crowd,

unknown to me, my King, thou didst press the signet of eternity

upon many fleeting moments of my life.

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And today when by chance I light upon them and see thy signature,

I find they have lain scattered in the dust,

mixed with the memory of joys and sorrows of my trivial days forgotten.

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Thou didst not turn in contempt from my childish play among dust,

and the steps that I heard in my playroom

are the same that are echoing from star to star.

Rabindranath Tagore

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One of my fave..

Very nice.