Unheard
Heart Beats !
My family !
My friends ! Tamil
Poems ! Inspirations
! Musings
! Your
valid comments ! Know
Me !
If
things go ill or well-
If
joy rebounding spreads the face,
Or
sea of sorrows swells-
It
is a dream, a play.
A
play- we each have a part
Each
one to weep or laugh as may;
Each
one his dress to don-
Alternate
shine or rain.
Thou
dream, O blessed dream!
Spread
far and near thy veil of haze,
Tone
down the lines so sharp,
Make
smooth what roughness seems.
No
magic but in thee!
Thy touch makes desert bloom to life,
Harsh thunder, sweetest song,
Fell death, the sweet release.
Swami Vivekananda