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I got this poem from Rabindranath Tagore’s book of poems Gitanjali. I post this here ‘coz its kinda sentimental…
Your questioning eyes are sad. They seek to know my meaning as the moon would fathom the sea.
I have bared my life before your eyes from end to end, with nothing hidden or held back. That is why you know me not.
If it were only a gem, I could break it into a hundred pieces and string them into a chain to put on your neck.
If it were only a flower, round and small and sweet, I could pluck it from its stem to set in your hair.
But it is a heart my beloved. Where are its shores and its bottom?
You know not the limits of this kingdom, still you are its queen.
If it were merely a moment of pleasure, it would flower in an easy smile, and you could see it and read it in a moment.
If it were merely a pain, it would melt in limpid tears, reflecting its inmost secret without a word.
But it is love, my beloved.
Its pleasures and pains are boundless, and endless its want and wealth.
It is as dear to you as your life, but you never wholly know it.
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