Flower pluck this little flower and take it, delay not! i fear lest it droop and drop into the dust. i may not find a place in thy garland, but honour it with a touch of pain from thy hand and pluck it. i fear lest the day end before i am aware, and the time of offering go by. though its colour be not deep and its smell be faint, use this flower in thy service and pluck it while there is time. a poem by rabindranath tagore. it was a stream of conciousness .... a surreal feling of belonging .... dreams strung together in a blue haze ..... suddenly woken up with the belief of beig in your arms ..... it was real, but never knew it was slumber or peace....
Age : 25 , Male
Interested in Male Only
MANGALORE, Karnataka, INDIA
