In quiet corners of her mind,
Vinaya whispers Tagore's name,
Her heart, a verse by him designed,
A candle flickers in his flame.
Through pages worn, she hears his voice,
In every line, a song so pure,
Each word, a melody of choice,
His love for life, her soul's allure.
In twilight's hush, she finds her muse,
His poems weave through dreams she spins,
A world where beauty never lose,
Where every sorrow gently thins.
With every dawn, his light she seeks,
A guiding star in sky above,
In Tagore's words, her heart speaks,
An endless ode to timeless love.
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