Wednesday, March 23, 2011

A POEM OF TAGORE FROM GITANJALI


When the Warriors came out first from their
master's hall , where had they hid their power?
Where were their armour and their arms?


They looked poor and helpless and the arrows
were showered upon them on the day they
came out of their master's hall.

When the warriors marched back again to
their master's hall where did they hide their power?

They had dropped the sword and dropped the bow
and the arrow; peace was on their foreheads
and they had left the fruits of their life behind them
on the day they had marched back again
to their master's hall.

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