Lovers Gifts XXVIII: I Dreamt
Read 'Lovers Gifts XXVIII: I Dreamt' by 'Rabindranath Tagore' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
I dreamt that she sat by my head, tenderly ruffling my hair with
her fingers, playing the melody of her touch. I looked at her face
and struggled with my tears, till the agony of unspoken words burst
my sleep like a bubble.
I sat up and saw the glow of the Milky Way above my window,
like a world of silence on fire, and I wondered if at this moment
she had a dream that rhymed with mine.
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