Come Home To Her December Eyes.......

So much has been said and sung of beautiful young girls,
why don't somebody wake up to the beauty of old women?
- Harriet Beecher Stowe



















My sole whisper knows a flute
The flute;
Floods my inner gate,
None other than me to take,
Let me float mine silent whisper
to that music soul.

Past midnight two impatient eyes
Peered in prayer with longing skies ;
Gone those hour dark
Had none but me to talk;
Left my sleepless waking
to that music soul.

- Robindranath Thakur

(Transcreation
- Romit Choudhury)


And in the end, it's not the years in your life that count.
It's the life in your years.
-Abraham Lincoln