Pluck this little flower and take it, delay not!
I fear lest it droop and drop into the dust.
It may not find a place in thy garland, but honour it with a -touch of pain from thy hand and pluck it.I fear lest the day end before I am aware,and the time of offering go by.
Though its colour be not deep and its smell be faint,use this flower in thy service and pluck it while there is time.
~ Rabindranath Tagore's Gitanjali (Poem 6)
P.S: Thanks Maya, for this gift.
I never thought I would ever read Tagore!
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