In the drowsy dark cave of the mind dreams build their nest with fragments dropped from day's caravan.
Rabindranath TagoreThe night kissed the fading day With a whisper: "I am death, your mother, From me you will get new birth."
Rabindranath TagoreIn the drowsy dark cave of the mind dreams build their nest with fragments dropped from day's caravan.
Rabindranath TagoreThe night kissed the fading day With a whisper: "I am death, your mother, From me you will get new birth."
Rabindranath Tagore