Gitanjali 85
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Rabindranath Tagore
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When the warriors came out first from
their master's hall, where had they hid
their power? Where were their
armour and their arms?
They looked poor and helpless, and
the arrows were showered upon them
on the day they came out from their
master's hall.
When the warriors marched back
again to their master's hall where did
they hide their power?
They had dropped the sword and
dropped the bow and the arrow ; peace
was on their foreheads, and they had
left the fruits of their life behind them
on the day they marched back again to
their master's hall.
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