mother, i shall weave a chain of pearls...

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Want to share with u all a poem from Tagore's gitanjali

Mother,I shall weave a chain of pearls for thy neck with my tears of sorrow.
The stars have wrought their anklets of light to deck thy feet, but mine will hang upon thy breast.
Wealth and fame come from thee and it is for thee to give or to withold them. But this sorrow is absoloutely mine own, and when I bring it to thee as my offering thou awardest me with thy grace.

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This is one of my favourite.

My song has put off her odornments. She has no pride of dress and decoration. Ornaments would mar our union; they would come between thee and me; their jingling would drown thy whispers.
My poet's vanity dies in shame before thy sight. O master poet, I have sat down at thy feet. Only let me make my life simple and straight, like a flute of reed for thee to fill with music.