Once they had a function, and there I recited this particular poem of Tagore’s.
I was eleven years old.Still I like it.
It is a short poem.The meaning is:
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Like a madcap I roam,as a deer looks for the fragrance.
The fragrance is inside the deer,but the deer cannot find it.
Similarly, I am also searching for my own fragrance.Whatever I ask for, it is all by mistake.
And whatever I get, I am never satisfied. ```From:Sri Chinmoy,Rabindranath Tagore: the moon of Bengal’s Heart, Agni Press, 2011
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