O The Unfortunate - Original By Rabindranath Tagore Poem by Asif Andalib

Asif Andalib

Asif Andalib

Moez Monzil, Komlapur, Faridpur, Bangladesh

O The Unfortunate - Original By Rabindranath Tagore



If no one comes by your call
Go alone your path is tall
Go alone go go alone
Go alone this world is small

If no one talks with you O the unfortunate
If all turn their faces from you love please don't hate
If all are scared of you what else do blame your fate

So opening your heart
Your soul's every word
Say it with your mouth

If everyone goes back O the unfortunate
If nobody looks back because you are too late
Then step on prickly path what else do blame your fate

If you can't light up lamp O the unfortunate
If everyone locks door in rain and storm please let
Then in thunder's fire burn your heart with flame
Higher and higher in Taskmaster's name
What else just blame your fate O the unfortunate!

Tuesday, March 13, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: spiritual
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Asif Andalib

Asif Andalib

Moez Monzil, Komlapur, Faridpur, Bangladesh
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