There is room for you. You are alone with your few sheaves of rice. <br />My boat is crowded, it is heavily laden, but how can I turn you <br />away? Your young body is slim and swaying; there is a twinkling <br />smile in the edge of your eyes, and your robe is coloured like the <br />rain cloud. <br />The travellers will land for different roads and homes. You <br />will sit for a while on the prow of my boat, and at the journey's <br />end none will keep you back. <br />Where do you go, and to what home, to garner your sheaves? I <br />will not question you, but when I fold my sails and moor my boat <br />I shall sit and wonder in the evening, -Where do you go, and to <br />what home, to garner your sheaves?<br /><br />Sir Rabindranath Tagore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lover-s-gifts-viii-there-is-room-for-you-2/
