by Ranindranath Tagore
“This is my delight, thus to wait and watch at the wayside where shadow chases light and the rain comes in the wake of summer….Messengers, with tidings from unknown skies, greet me and speed me along the road. My heart is glad and the breath of the passing breeze is sweet.”
This small collection of short poetical prose can open a door into the quiet life, of turn of the century India. Each poem is slow and sounds a bit old fashioned. However if you take the time they can transport you to place where the love of the world and the divine exist in a beautiful balance. Interestingly Tagore was not only a poet but also a novelist, playwright, politician, artist, composer and winner of the Nobel Prize for literature. He was the first non-European to win this prize.