Rabindranath Tagore

Stream flows in my soul as it flows twenty thousand years ago with your friendship and I can hear its song embraces eternity, the firmament touches immortality with your friendship like blazing dewdrop in the eyes of bliss sits and smiles on the petals of jasmine, I feel, dear, your verses touch the bottom of the bosoms of thousands with the fragrance, ever, dear, 'Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high where knowledge is free where the world has not been broken up into fragments by narrow domestic walls...'' the verses reverberates in the universe with you dear, still I feel.