You made me smile the poor among the stars, you gave me a heart beggar on the streets .. . I spent wandering from door to door, and when my bag is filled, you send to rob me. At the end of my long day I come to complain to the threshold of your rich house here is my empty basket! I saw you then get to take my hand and I found myself sitting next to you on the throne.
(Rabindranath Tagore)
There are poems that strike straight to the heart, as if someone were to steal the words and write. The human soul, moreover, remains the same despite the passage of time. "Beggar Heart" is one of them.
(again an old post of 24/02/2005)
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