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Lovers Gifts LVIII: Things Throng and Laugh

 Things throng and laugh loud in the sky; the sands and dust dance
and whirl like children.
Man's mind is aroused by their shouts; his thoughts long to be the playmates of things.
Our dreams, drifting in the stream of the vague, stretch their arms to clutch the earth, -their efforts stiffen into bricks and stones, and thus the city of man is built.
Voices come swarming from the past,-seeking answers from the living moments.
Beats of their wings fill the air with tremulous shadows, and sleepless thoughts in our minds leave their nests to take flight across the desert of dimness, in the passionate thirst for forms.
They are lampless pilgrims, seeking the shore of light, to find themselves in things.
They will be lured into poets's rhymes, they will be housed in the towers of the town not yet planned, they have their call to arms from the battle fields of the future, they are bidden to join hands in the strife of peace yet to come.

Poem by Rabindranath Tagore
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