He whom I enclose with my name is weeping in this dungeon. <br />I am ever busy building this wall all around; and as this wall goes up into <br />the sky day by day I lose sight of my true being in its dark shadow. <br /> <br />I take pride in this great wall, and I plaster it with dust and sand <br />lest a least hole should be left in this name; <br />and for all the care I take I lose sight of my true being.<br /><br />Rabindranath Tagore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dungeon/
