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***The raindrop whispered to the jasmine, “Keep me in your heart for ever.” The jasmine sighed, “Alas,” and dropped to the ground.*** (237 Stray Birds by Rabindranath Tagore.  Rabindranath Tagore was born in Calcutta, India, on May 7, 1861. He is the author of many poetry collections, including Gitanjali: Song Offerings (Macmillan, 1913), which received the Nobel Prize in Literature. He died on August 7, 1941.) <> Alas some words of note get overlooked, their usage to the wayside, this is life, forever updating its profile Alas! none of us, do not lie, issue this all encompassing sigh, this shaded heart rendering, un cri du coeur this, to remind us: a single warring word, falls wounded, forgotten, telling of impossibilities lost love, a broken conjunction, what was that can never be, what never was and yet not impossible someday Alas! Alas! a single word poem, that answers so many things, and still in its regretting is a niche of untold hopeful perhaps write me a word like that your fame, if that’s all you desire, alas, is assured... Alas!
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Aug 23, 2019
Aug 23, 2019 at 5:41 PM UTC
Alas! (237 Stray Birds by Rabindranath Tagore)
***The raindrop whispered to the jasmine, “Keep me in your heart for ever.” The jasmine sighed, “Alas,” and dropped to the ground.*** (237 Stray Birds by Rabindranath Tagore.  Rabindranath Tagore was born in Calcutta, India, on May 7, 1861. He is the author of many poetry collections, including Gitanjali: Song Offerings (Macmillan, 1913), which received the Nobel Prize in Literature. He died on August 7, 1941.) <> Alas some words of note get overlooked, their usage to the wayside, this is life, forever updating its profile Alas! none of us, do not lie, issue this all encompassing sigh, this shaded heart rendering, un cri du coeur this, to remind us: a single warring word, falls wounded, forgotten, telling of impossibilities lost love, a broken conjunction, what was that can never be, what never was and yet not impossible someday Alas! Alas! a single word poem, that answers so many things, and still in its regretting is a niche of untold hopeful perhaps write me a word like that your fame, if that’s all you desire, alas, is assured... Alas!
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Aug 23, 2019
Aug 23, 2019 at 5:41 PM UTC
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