The soil in return for her service keeps the tree tied to her, the sky asks nothing and leaves it free.
Rabindranath TagoreA message came from my youth of vanished days, saying, 'I wait for you among the quivering of unborn May, where smiles ripen for tears and hours ache with songs unsung.' It says, 'Come to me across the worn-out track of age, through the gates of death. For dreams fade, hopes fail, the fathered fruits of the year decay, but I am the eternal truth, and you shall meet me again and again in your voyage of life from shore to shore.
Rabindranath TagoreDeath's stamp gives value to the coin of life; making it possible to buy with life what is truly precious.
Rabindranath Tagore