The Cycle of Spring

by Rabindranath Tagore

There is the blind Minstrel.

What do you say, Minstrel? Can you show us the way?

Minstrel

Yes.

But we can hardly believe you. How can you find out the path by simply singing?

If Chandra never comes back, you shall.

We never knew that we loved Chandra so intensely. We made light of him all these days.

When we are in the playing mood, we become so intent on the play, that we neglect the playmate.

But, if he once comes back, we shall never neglect him any more.

I am afraid that we have often given him pain.