A Grain Of Sand
Written by: Robert William
If starry space no limit knows And sun succeeds to sun, There is no reason to suppose Our earth the only one.
'Mid countless constellations cast A million worlds may be, With each a God to bless or blast And steer to destiny.
Just think! A million gods or so To guide each vital stream, With over all to boss the show A Deity supreme.
Such magnitudes oppress my mind; From cosmic space it swings; So ultimately glad to find Relief in little things.
For look! Within my hollow hand, While round the earth careens, I hold a single grain of sand And wonder what it means.
Ah! If I had the eyes to see, And brain to understand, I think Life's mystery might be Solved in this grain of sand.
“I asked of Destiny...”
I asked of Destiny, “Tell me who with relentless hand pushes me on?”
Destiny told me to look behind.
I turned and saw my own self behind pushing forward the self in front.
BY RABINDRANATH TAGORE