‘One small paddy-field, no one but me –
Flood-waters twisting and swirling everywhere.
Trees on the far bank smear shadows like ink
On a village painted on deep morning grey.
On this side a paddy-field, no one but me.’
– Rabindranath Tagore
‘One small paddy-field, no one but me –
Flood-waters twisting and swirling everywhere.
Trees on the far bank smear shadows like ink
On a village painted on deep morning grey.
On this side a paddy-field, no one but me.’
– Rabindranath Tagore