Sorrow

I looked at the crescent moon hidden behind the tamarisk tree outside my window. As if the dear departed one is smiling and playing hide-and-seek with me.

From the depth of darkness punctuated by scattered stars came a rebuke: 'when I let you grasp me you call it an deception, and yet when I remain concealed, why do you hold on to your faith in me with such conviction? '

• Rabindranath Tagore