Our Carpe Diem host Chèvrefeuille has found a beautiful poem “Lotus” by Rabindranath Tagore which we have to distil a haiku from. I decided to give it a try…
On the day when the lotus bloomed, alas, my mind was straying,
and I knew it not. My basket was empty and the flower remained unheeded.
Only now and again a sadness fell upon me, and I started up from my dream and felt a sweet trace of a strange fragrance in the south wind.
That vague sweetness made my heart ache with longing and it seemed to me that is was the eager breath of the summer seeking for its completion.
I knew not then that it was so near, that it was mine, and that this perfect sweetness had blossomed in the depth of my own heart.
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by mysterious fragrance
my longing heart
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