Anemone Valley

I threw my heart into the world and you picked it up I looked for happiness but found sorrow. You gave me sorrow but I found happiness. My heart is broken into pieces, you pick them up in your hands and thread them on the rope of love You let me wander from house to house and let me know how close you were to me in the end your love plunges me into sorrow When I looked up, I found that I was in front of your door ——Tagore