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  1. The Gardener ~ Rabindranath Tagore

    When I go alone at night to my love-tryst,birds do not sing, the wind does not stir,the houses on both sides pf the street stand silent. It is my own anklets that grow lous atevery step and I am ashamed. When I sit on my balcony and listen to his footstep...

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