A Moment's Indulgence

A poem for Kris

I ask for a moment’s indulgence to sit by thy side.

The works that I have in hand I will finish afterwards.

Away from the sight of thy face my heart knows no rest nor respite.

And my work becomes an endless toil in a shoreless sea of toil.

Today the summer has come at my window with its sighs and murmurs;

And the bees are plying their minstrelsy at the court of the flowering grove.

Now it is time to sit quiet, face to face with thee,

And to sing dedication of life in this silent and overflowing leisure.

Rabindranath Tagore    1861- 1941, Calcutta India

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