Gitanjali-87
IN desperate hope I go and search for
her in all the corners of my room; I
find her not.
My house is small and what once
has gone from it can never be
regained.
But infinite is thy mansion, my
lord, and seeking her I have come to
thy door.
I stand under the golden canopy of
thine evening sky and I lift, my eager
eyes to thy face.
I have come to the brink of
eternity from which nothing can
vanish- no hope, no happiness, no
vision of a face seen through tears.
Oh, dip my emptied life into that
ocean, plunge it into the deepest
fullness. Let me for once feel that lost
sweet touch in the allness of the
universe.