had written:
Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you, yet they belong not to you.
........
You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.
a poem is the child of a poet..........we are only those stable bows, apparently
loved by God, according to Gibran. those poems don't belong to us, they
can be dedicated to our Awesome Muse, but they don't belong to them either,
they are " life's longing for itself" and they belong to the Universe. perfect
example of what Tagore wrote in Rajarshi about "nishkaam karma" (in other
words, perfectly useless work)
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