I read of Tagore
And feel the ache that fills
The heart of so many
From Aurelius to Rumi
Wise Plato, Arabi, Socrates, Aristotle
And then so many more
Unknown, unheard of names
Drawn by mist and allure
Of Your beauty
Pursuing fragrance
In their trail -
They turned from world
And You turned to them
And lo time had spun
Yet another God-Man love tale
To fire spirits
Of more to come
In quest of fulfilment
We seek to sip, taste alone
Sweetness of your ale.
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