Footsteps On Dusks Sand - Original By Rabindranath Tagore
Whose footsteps are on my broken path’s dusk’s sand!
There are some scattered petals of whose garland!
When she came she didn’t make sound
When she went she stepped on the ground
Who else but she makes me cry like this!
Who else but she is my only bliss!
Then the sunlight was young and brighter!
My path of time was full of flower
And my world wore spring’s nice fashion wear!
I didn’t know it on that day
I was home alone by the way
Today I will set out for her place
Carrying burdens of my old age!
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