The Sun Of The First Day Poem by Rabindranath Tagore
The Sun Of The First Day
The sun of the first day
Put the question
To the new manifestation of life-
Who are you?
There was no answer.
Years passed by.
The last sun of the last day
Uttered the question
on the shore of the western sea
In the hush of evening-
Who are you?
No answer came again.
We came out of oblivion, we may vanish without a trace someday! The poet understood. He was a deep one!
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4/19/2024 3:44:13 AM # 1.0.0.1119
It is not to answer who are we, our life is in itself an articulation of who we really are.