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The Source

The Source

The sleep that flits on baby’s eyes-does anybody know from where
It comes? Yes, there is a rumour that it has its dwelling where,
In the fairy village among shadows of the forest dimly lit with
Glow-worms, there hang two shy buds of enchantment. From there it
Comes to kiss baby’s eyes.
The smile that flickers on baby’s lips when he sleeps-does
Anybody know where it was born? Yes, there is a rumour that a young
Pale beam of a crescent moon touched the edge of a vanishing autumn
Cloud, and there the smile was first born in the dream of a dew
Washed morning-the smile that flickers on baby’s lips when he
Sleeps.
The sweet, soft freshness hat blooms on baby’s limbs-does
Anybody know where it was hidden so long? Yes, when the mother was
A young girl it lay pervading her heart in tender and silent
Mystery of love-the sweet, soft freshness that has bloomed on
Baby’s limbs.



Poem The Source - Rabindranath Tagore