Songs of Anisha
“Old Roads,”
by Ike Anya
It was a path such as this
A twining footpath cut
Through scorchened earth,
splitting the lush greenery
Of encircling life in two
That led my heart
Through rocky terrain
To you.
“Friend,”
by Rabindranath Tagore
Art thou abroad on this stormy night
on thy journey of love, my friend?
The sky groans like one in despair.
I have no sleep tonight.
Ever and again I open my door and look out on
the darkness, my friend!
I can see nothing before me.
I wonder where lies thy path!
By what dim shore of the ink-black river,
by what far edge of the frowning forest,
through what mazy depth of gloom art thou threading
thy course to come to me, my friend?
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