He whom I enclose with my name is weeping in this dungeon. I am ever busy building this wall all around; and as this wall goes up into the sky day by day I lose sight of my true being in its dark shadow.
I take pride in this great wall, and I plaster it with dust and sand lest a least hole should be left in this name; and for all the care I take I lose sight of my true being.
– Geetanjali (29), Ravindranath Tagore
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rise and shine
colour of skin
the card
i the shark
wrote this to you as a lark
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