by Rabindranath Tagore
On this misty overclouded rainy day
Evading all
Like silent night
In stealthy steps you have come.
The morning has closed its eyes
The wind is hopelessly sighing
And the blue naked sky
Is overcast with endless clouds
In the woodland the birds do not sing
In every home the doors are closed
You are a lonely wayfarer on a lonely road.
Now you are alone, O my dearest friend,
My doors I have kept open
Ignoring me
Like a dream
Please don't glide past my home.
Last updated January 14, 2019