I have read history, philosophy, theology and various other related topics. For a change, I bought, ‘The best of Rabindranath Tagore – Geetanjali and other stories’, a classic literature. I am very glad that I bought the epic that got him the Nobel prize. The depth of his thought and simplicity of his words captivates and refreshes your soul.

At the very first stanza he sings,

Thou hast made me endless, such is thy pleasure. this frail vessel thou emptiest again and again, and fillest it ever with fresh life.
This little flute of a reed  thou hast carried over hills and dales, and hast breathed through it melodies eternally new.
At the immortal touch of thy hands my little heart loses its limits in joy and gives birth to utterance ineffable.
Thy infinite gifts come to me only on these very small hands of mine. Ages pass, and still thou pourest, and still there is room to fill.

So simple words, but such profound thoughts. And this one comforted me and gave me hope and strength to carry on:

I thought that my voyage had come to its end at the last limit of my power, – that the path before me was closed, that provisions were exhausted and the time come to take shelter in a silent obscurity.
But I find that thy will knows no end in me. And when old words die out on the tongue, new melodies break forth from the heart; and where the old tracks are lost, new country is revealed with its wonders.

I’ve never heard it before – when old words die, new melodies break forth; where old tracks are lost, new country is revealed with its wonders. Whenever I get discouraged, I keep repeating it and tell myself to break from the past and look for those melodies and the wonderful country.

I’m no one to write of such a composition. I could only say, it is simply wonderful.