Friday, 16 March 2012

rabindranath tagore

http://www.poemhunter.com/rabindranath-tagore/

Forgive me my weariness O Lord

Should I ever lag behind

For this heart that this day trembles so

And for this pain, forgive me, forgive me, O Lord

For this weakness, forgive me O Lord,

If perchance I cast a look behind

And in the day's heat and under the burning sun

The garland on the platter of offering wilts,

For its dull pallor, forgive me, forgive me O Lord.