Unity
By Harindranath Chattopadhyaya
Where all is one there is no room for sorrow,
Nor for this gaudy myth of you and me:
What we call yesterday, today, tomorrow,
Dies in the rose-depths of eternity.
Where all is one there is no place for narrow
Imprisonment within dividing bars:
The wounded deer is wedded to the arrow,
The leper’s eyes are comrade to the stars.
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