The words of Rabindranth Tagore from the book Final Poems.
Make me feel, cutting straight to emotion.
Waking in the morning,
I saw a rose in my vase,
and wondered-
in the cycle of ages,
what force brought it to this peak of beauty,
side- stepping pit of imperfection?
Was it blind, forgetful, like the ones who renounce the world,
not distinguishing beauty from ugliness?
Was it strictly logical? Material?
Nothing of spirit?
Some argue that in the congress of creation
beauty and ugliness sit equally.
Neither is kept out.
I am a poet- I won’t take sides.
I see the world whole,
the billions of planets and stars in the sky
balancing the vast beauty.
Their rhythms are not tripped, their songs are not chocked.
Distortions cause no lapses.
In the sky I see layer upon layer, petals spreading
a luminous, vast rose.
by Rabindranth Tagore from book Final Poems
