Poems On Life: Life is given to us, we earn it by giving it. Let the dead have the immortality of fame, but the living the immortality of love. Life's errors cry for the merciful beauty that can modulate their isolation into a harmony with the whole. Life, like a child, laughs, shaking its rattle of death as it runs.

The world has kissed my Soul with its pain, asking for its return in Songs.

Not hammer-strokes, but dance of the water, sings the pebbles into perfection.

The Taj Mahal rises above the banks of the river like a solitary tear suspended on the cheek of time.

The bird thinks it a favor to give the fish a lift in the air

Our creation is the modification of relationship.

Obstinate are the trammels, but my heart aches when I try to break them. Freedom is all I want, but to hope for it I feel ashamed. I am certain that priceless wealth is in thee, and that thou art my best friend, but I have not the heart to sweep away the tinsel that fills my room. The shroud that covers me is a shroud of dust and death; I hate it, yet hug it in love. My debts are large, my failures great, my shame secret and heavy; yet when I come to ask for my good, I quake in fear lest my prayer be granted.