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Rabindranath Tagore

Rabindranath Tagore

The Sun of the First Day

The sun of the first day
Put the question
To the new manifestation of life—
Who are you?
There was no answer.
Years passed by.
 
The last sun of the last day
Uttered the question
on the shore of the western sea
In the hush of evening—
Who are you?
No answer came again.

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