Life is like a
letter written by
an illiterate man
from a foreign land
...
Whenever you sense
she is going
to throw a fit,
you flatter her.
...
What is life, O friend!
The more you think about it
The more it takes the life
Out of you.
...
Who is he who put
a spell on me?
I can't sleep
I sigh all night.
...
A Young Wife Could Be Blooming
- RabindranathTagore
You don't know
...
Among many fair ladies, mine's enough
My evening glory on the vine's enough
I want no other women, I want no nonsense
...
Let me keep
the sweet
moments of
our meetings -
...