Whose footprints are imprinted
On my dusty red path.
The petals of her garland,
are scattered on the path,
I know they belong to her.
She came quietly
informed me after she left.
Alas! who else can
make me weep except her.
Whose footprints do I see
on my broken dusty red path?
She came in early dawn,
That day, Spring came down to earth
in her colorful attire.
The path was strewn with flowers
I waited inside all day for some news
There was none.
Today I will go out
on the same dusty red path,
with my torn life!
: https://sabethville.wordpress.com/2014/12/26/tagore-song-am…slated-by-ranu/
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