<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=480095" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Ungrateful Sorrow</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">At dawn shey(1) departed<br>My mind tried to console me -<br>' Everything is Maya(2)'.<br>Angrily I replied:<br>'Here's this sewing box on the table,<br>that flower-pot on the terrace,<br>this monogrammed hand-fan on the bed---<br>all these are real.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My mind said: 'Yet, think again.'<br>I rejoined: ' You better stop.<br>Look at this storybook,<br>the hairpin halfway amongst its leaves,<br>signaling the rest is unread;<br>if all these things are 'Maya',<br>then why should 'shey' be more unreal?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My mind becomes silent.<br>A friend arrived and says:<br>'That which is good is real<br>it is never non-existent;<br>entire world preserves and cherishes it its chest<br>like a precious jewel in a necklace.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I replied in anger: 'How do you know?<br>Is a body not good? Where did that body go?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Like a small boy in a rage hitting his mother,<br>I began to strike at everything in this world<br>that gave me shelter.<br>And I screamed:' The world is treacherous.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Suddenly, I was startled.<br>It seemed like someone admonished me :' You- ungrateful ! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I looked at the crescent moon<br>hidden behind the tamarisk tree outside my window.<br>As if the dear departed one is smiling<br>and playing hide-and-seek with me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From the depth of darkness punctuated by scattered stars<br>came a rebuke: 'when I let you grasp me you call it an deception,<br>and yet when I remain concealed,<br>why do you hold on to your faith in me with such conviction?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Rabindranath+Tagore">Rabindranath Tagore</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=480095" data-title="Ungrateful Sorrow de Rabindranath Tagore" data-description="At dawn shey(1) departed My mind tried to console me - ' Everything is Maya(2)'. Angrily I replied: 'Here's this sewing box on the table, that flower-pot on the terrace, this monogrammed hand-fan on the bed--- all these are real.' My mind said: '..."></div> </div> </div>

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