MY LIFE

..........when young was like a flower
_a flower that loosen a petal or two
from her abundance
and never feels the loss
when spring breeze comes
to beg at her door.
Now at the end of youth
my life is like a fruit,
having nothing to spare,
and waiting to offer herself completely
with her full burden of sweetness.

Rabindranath Tagore / Fruit-gathering/ 1927