I dreamed of a star, an island of light, where I would be born. In the depths of its vibrant leisure, my life will finish his work, just like a rice field in the autumn sun.
Clouds floating into my life from the past years are not making waves for the rain, but just casting colors in my sunset sky.
Our wish is to see the seven colors of the rainbow and lend it to life that is just a fog.
Selected from Tagore's Birds