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Rabindranath Tagore

Rabindranath Tagore

The Gardener: 78

It was in May.  The sultry noon seemed endlessly long.  The dry earth gaped with thirst in the heat.
When I heard from the riverside a voice calling, “Come, my darling!”
I shut my book and opened the window to look out.
I saw a big buffalo with mud-stained hide, standing near the river with placid, patient eyes; and a youth, knee deep in water, calling it to its bath.
I smiled amused and felt a touch of sweetness in my heart.

#Indians #IndianWriters #NobelPrize #XIXCentury #XXCentury

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