| When the heart is hard and parched up, come upon 
mewith a shower of mercy.
 When grace is lost from life, come with a burst of 
song.
 When tumultuous work raises its din on all sides 
shutting
 me out from beyond, come to me, my lord of silence,
 with thy 
peace and rest..
 When my beggarly heart sits crouched, shut up in a 
corner,
 break open the door, my kind, and come with the ceremony of a 
king.
 When desire blinds the mind with delusion and 
dust,
 O thou holy one, thou wakeful, come with thy light and thy thunder.
 - Rabindranath Tagore ( Gitanjali, No.39) Source: Gandhi- The Writer by Bhabani Bhattacharya |