Gitanjali 90
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Rabindranath Tagore
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On the day when death will knock at
thy door what wilt thou offer to him?
Oh, I will set before my guest the
full vessel of my life-I will never let
him go with empty hands.
All the sweet vintage of all my
autumn days and summer nights, all
the earnings and gleanings of my busy
life will I place before him at the close
of my days when death will knock at
my door.
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