Life

> A life of nothing’s nothing worth,

> From that first nothing ere his birth,

> To that last nothing under earth.

> Tennyson, Two Voices

But let us sing just the opposite with regard to the life of Tagore:

```

A life of fulness’ fulness worth,

From that first fulness ere his birth,

To that last fulness beyond earth.

```

> “Our lives,” Tagore says, “are famished for want of neglected joys within our reach, while we are pursuing chimerical impossibilities.”

He writes elsewhere something about life which is very significant.

> “In our life we have one side which is finite, where we exhaust ourselves at every step, and have another side, where our aspiration, enjoyment and sacrifice are infinite.”

From:Sri Chinmoy,Rabindranath Tagore: the moon of Bengal’s Heart, Agni Press, 2011
Sourced from https://srichinmoylibrary.com/rtm