Let me not forget a moment

If it is not my portion to meet thee in this life,

then let me feel that I have missed thy sight — let me not forget for a moment,

let me carry the pangs of this sorrow in my dreams and in my wakeful hours.

 

As my days pass in the crowded market of this world,

and my hands grow full with the daily profits,

let me ever feel that I have gained nothing — let me not forget for a moment.

 

When I sit by the roadside, tired and panting,

when I spread my bed low in the dust,

let me ever feel that the long journey is still before me — let me not forget a moment,

let me carry the pangs of this sorrow in my dreams and in my wakeful hours.

 

When my rooms have been decked out and the flutes sound,

and the laughter there is loud,

let me ever feel that I have not invited thee to my house — let me not forget for a moment,

let me carry the pangs of this sorrow in my dreams and in my wakeful hours.

 

—–Rabindranath Tagore

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Author: Irene A.K.A Irin

I am just an ordinary girl who lives in the extraordinary world.. I'm not used with the talking thingy, so I'd prefer to write all my thoughts and my feelings.. I dream a lot, I imagine a lot.. I love to sing, I love to dance, and I love to smile.. It's not a perfect world, but imagination has brought me to enjoy the perfect world.. Know me well from my writings, not my talking.. I speak through fingers, not mouth.. And the most important thing is, the truth that I am my Big Daddy's daughter.. "I am broken and lost, but by God's grace, I have found"

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