REFLECTIONS

Rabindranath Tagore:


Let it not be death but completeness.
Let love melt into memory and pain into songs.
Let the flight through the sky end in the folding of the
wings over the nest.
Let the last touch of your hands be gentle like the flower of the
night.
Stand still, O Beautiful End, for a moment, and say your
last words in silence.
I bow to you and hold up my lamp to light you on your
way.