If they
are afraid and cower mutely facing the wall,
O thou
unlucky one,
open your
mind and speak out alone.
If they
turn away, and desert you when crossing the wilderness,
O thou
unlucky one,
trample the
thorns under thy tread,
and along
the blood-lined track travel alone.
If they
shut doors and do not hold up the light when the night is troubled with storm,
O thou
unlucky one,
with the
thunder flame of pain ignite your own heart,
and let it
burn alone.
Rabindranath Tagore
(Picture: Has been in desert, Vasily Polenov)
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