Footsteps On Dusks Sand - Original By Rabindranath Tagore

Whose footsteps are on my broken path’s dusk’s sand! There are some scattered petals of whose garland! When she came she didn’t make sound When she went she stepped on the ground Who else but she makes me cry like this! Who else but she is my only bliss! Then the sunlight was young and brighter! My path of time was full of flower And my world wore spring’s nice fashion wear! I didn’t know it on that day I was home alone by the way Today I will set out for her place Carrying burdens of my old age!