If I Could Know - Original By Rabindranath Tagore

If I could know my sorrow is for whom
I would tell you I cry for whom.

I stretch my hands for whom in vain
I think of whom to get more pain
As if I have sold everything
Without getting a price or gain!

I ask myself time and again
Who is the one behind this pain?

The thing that all call happiness
I play it like a flute sometimes
I don't want it, the music says
I don't want it, the music prays!

poem by Asif Andalib
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