Who is This?



Who is This? :


I came out alone on my way to my tryst.
But who is this that follows me in the silent dark?


I move aside to avoid his presence but I escape him not.


He makes the dust rise from the earth with his swagger;
he adds his loud voice to every word that I utter.


He is my own little self, my lord, he knows no shame;
but I am ashamed to come to thy door in his company.


BY Rabindranath Tagore

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