Where the mind is led forward by thee into ever-widening thought and action-Into that heaven of freedom, my father, let my country awake.
Rabindranath TagoreLet it not be death but completeness. Let love melt into memory and pain into songs. Let the flight through the sky end in the folding of the wings over the nest. Let the last touch of your hands be gentle like the flower of the night. Stand still, O Beautiful End, for a moment, and say your last words in silence. I bow to you and hold up my lamp to light you on your way.
Rabindranath Tagore[The poets' role is that of] capturing on their instruments the secret stir of life in the air and giving it voice in the music of prophecy
Rabindranath Tagore