I was walking by the road, I do not <br />know why, when the noonday was past <br />and bamboo branches rustled in the <br />wind. <br /> The prone shadows with their out- <br />stretched arms clung to the feet of <br />the hurrying light. <br /> The koels were weary of their <br />songs. <br /> I was walking by the road, I do not <br />know why. <br /> The hut by the side of the water is <br />shaded by an overhanging tree. <br /> Some on was busy with her work, <br />and her bangles made music in the <br />corner. <br /> I stood before this hut, I know not <br />why. <br /> The narrow winding road crosses <br />many a mustard field, and many a <br />mango forest. <br /> It passes by the temple of the <br />village and the market at the river <br />landing-place. <br /> I stopped by this hut, I do not know <br />why. <br /> Years ago it was a day of breezy <br />March when the murmur of the spring <br />was languorous, and mango blossoms <br />were dropping on the dust. <br /> The rippling water leapt and licked <br />the brass vessel that stood on the <br />landing-step. <br /> I think of that day of breezy March, <br />I do not know why. <br /> Shadows are deepening and cattle <br />returning to their folds. <br /> The light is grey upon the lonely <br />meadows, and the villagers are waiting <br />for the ferry at the bank. <br /> I slowly return upon my steps, I <br />do not know why.<br /><br />Rabindranath Tagore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-gardener-xiv-i-was-walking-by-the-road/
