Pluck this little flower and take it, delay not!
I fear lest it droop and drop into the dust.

I may not find a place in thy garland, but honour
it with a touch of pain from thy hand and pluck it.
I fear lest the day end before I am aware,
and the time of offering go by.

Though its colour be not deep and its smell be faint,
use this flower in thy service and pluck it while
there is time. ''

Rabindranath Tagore
(7 May 1861 – 7 August 1941 )

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Many a song have I sung in many a mood of mind, but all their notes have always proclaimed, 'He comes, comes, ever comes.' ..................''