PoemLover’s Gifts XXVIII: I Dreamt
Author / PoetRabindranath Tagore

I dreamt that she sat by my head, tenderly ruffling my hair with
her fingers, playing the melody of her touch. I looked at her face
and struggled with my tears, till the agony of unspoken words burst
my sleep like a bubble.
I sat up and saw the glow of the Milky Way above my window,
like a world of silence on fire, and I wondered if at this moment
she had a dream that rhymed with mine.

Rabindranath Tagore
Rabindranath Tagore
7 May 1861 - 7 Aug 1941
Movement: Contextual Modernism
Awards: Nobel Prize in Literature

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