Tagore's poems are very charming, Random Thoughts - Dusk and Dawn Here, dusk has fallen. O Sun God, in what country and on what seashore is your dawn now sinking? Here, the tuberose trembles slightly in the darkness, like a bride wearing a veil, shyly standing at the door of the new house. Where is the morning flower, the golden incense tree, competing for its beauty? Someone has woken up, the lights lit at dusk have been extinguished, and the wreaths of white roses woven during the night have been lowered. Here, every family's firewood door is closed; there, every family's wealth is open. Here, the boat docks and the fishermen sleep; there, the gentle breeze raises the sails. The people left the inn and walked towards the east; the morning light reflected on their faces, and their money for crossing the river had not yet been repaid. Pairs of dark eyes were staring at their backs with pity and desire through the windows on the roadside. The road opened a vermilion invitation in front of them: "Everything is ready for you." With the rhythm of their hearts, the drum of victory was beating. Here, everyone takes the sunset boat to cross into the sunset. In the courtyard of the inn, they spread out their rags and lay down to take shelter; some were alone, and some were accompanied by tired companions; in the darkness, they could not see clearly what was on the road ahead, and now they just whispered. They talked in whispers about what happened on the road they passed; the conversation was interrupted, "and then there was silence; then. They looked up from the yard and saw that the Big Dipper was hanging in the sky. Sun God, this dusk is standing on your left side, while the dawn stretches its waist on your right.
Please let them unite! Let the shadows of dusk and the radiance of morning glow embrace and kiss each other! Let the song of dusk bless the song of dawn!
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