Stream of Life

The same stream of life that runs through my veins
Night and day runs through the world and
Dances in rhythmic measures.

It is the same life that
Shoots in joy through the dust of the earth
In numberless blades of grass and
Breaks into tumultuous waves
Of leaves and flowers.

It is the same life
That is rocked in the
Ocean-cradle of birth and of death,
In ebb and in flow.

I feel my limbs made glorious
By the touch of this world of life.

And my pride is from the
Life-throb of ages
Dancing in my blood this moment.

~ Rabindranath Tagore