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Dungeon

He whom I enclose with my name is weeping in this dungeon.
I am ever busy building this wall all around; and as this wall goes up into
The sky day by day I lose sight of my true being in its dark shadow.

I take pride in this great wall, and I plaster it with dust and sand
Lest a least hole should be left in this name;
And for all the care I take I lose sight of my true being.


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Poem Dungeon - Rabindranath Tagore