*~~Lets start off wid a touching poem by Rabindranath Tagore..(infact itz the translation)...~~**

**~~Rabindranath Tagore is a person whom U will find beside u in every situation of your life..atleast I do think so.Let one of his poems be the first post of mine to this blog..(check it out..itz awesome!)~~**






When my footstep will no longer be printed around here
my ferryboat no longer ply at this station,
when all buying and selling are over
all borrowing and lending,finished all comings and goings to the market,
it does not then matter if you do not remember me
do not call out for me,
as you look at the stars...

When dust will settle on the strings of the tanpura,
the door will be covered with bramble,
the flower garden,the grassy lawn will look like a jungle,
and moss will gather round the edge of the pond,
it does not then matter if you do not remember me
do not call out for me,
as you look at the stars...

The flute will then play in this corner of the earth as it does today...
The day will go on, just the same, as it does now,
The ferryboat will be filled at each station...
The cowboy will graze, the cowherd boy play in the meadow,
it does not then matter if you do not remember me,
do not call out for me,
as you look at the stars...

But who says that in the morning I will not be there?
In all this play this very me will be playing...
I shall be called by a new name,embraced by a fresh pair of arms...
But I shall come and go, the eternal me...
It does not then matter if you do not remember me,
do not call out for me, as you look at the stars...