"It hasn’t rained in my heart"(Poem 40 from Gitanjali) by Rabindranath Tagore

It hasn’t rained in my heart for a while now,
the horizon is barren,
there isn’t the faintest sign of moisture
anywhere in the sky. Nothing stirs
to herald the coming of the dark rain clouds.

Lord, if you will, summon the deadly thunder,
let it and the torrential rain create a tumult.
In flash after flash let lightening strike me,
startle me out of my stupor, electrify me.

Singe me, Lord, with your silent, scorching heat.
With a cataclysmic, all pervading conflagration,
make me writhe in unbearable despair. And then,
like a mother looking with glistening eyes

at her son being chastened by the father, pity me!

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