"I am restless
I am athirst for far-away things.
My soul goes out to touch the skirt of the dim distance.
...... I forget, I ever forget that I have no wings to fly,
that I am bound to this spot evermore.
I am eager and wakeful,
I am a stranger in a strange land.
....... I forget, I ever forget that I know not the way,
that I have not the winged horse.
I am listless,
I am a wanderer in my heart.
....... O great Beyond, O Far-to-seek, O Farthest end,
....... O the keen call of thy flute !
I forget, I ever forget, that the gates are shut everywhere
In the house that I dwell alone !"
-- Rabindranath Tagore