Incomplete By Rabindranath Tagore___ translation by Ranu
This is a poem in which the poet talks about all the things that he could not complete.
In life all the prayers I did not complete,
I know ,I know even then it is not my defeat.
The unopened flower that fell on the earth,
the river that lost its flow on the desert,
I know ,I know even then it is not a loss.
In my life whatever is left incomplete,
I know,I know even then it is not false.
My future my unblemished life
are playing in the strings of your lute__
I know, I know still they are not lost.