Obstinate are the trammels, but my heart aches when I try to break
them. Freedom is all I want, but to hope for it I feel ashamed.
I am certain that the priceless wealth is within thee, and that thou
art my best friend, but I have not the heart to sweep away the tinsel
that fills my room.
The shroud that covers me is a shroud of dust as death; I hate it, yet
hug it in love.
My debts are large, my failures great, my shame secret and heavy; yet
when I come to ask for my good, I quake in fear lest my prayer be
granted.
-gitanjali by rabindranath Tagore
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3 of them wept:
tram·mel
-noun
1. Usually, trammels. a hindrance or impediment to free action; restraint: the trammels of custom.
2. an instrument for drawing ellipses.
3. Also called tram. a device used to align or adjust parts of a machine.
4. trammel net.
5. a fowling net.
6. a contrivance hung in a fireplace to support pots or kettles over the fire.
7. a fetter or shackle, esp. one used in training a horse to amble.
–verb (used with object)
8. to involve or hold in trammels; restrain.
9. to catch or entangle in or as in a net.
[What? Just doing a favor to mankind. er. Womankind. Stalkerkind?]
Tagore was a genius. I love his work. Esp I seem to have loved you in numberless forms and more...
Neeli: lol. Thank you
The last line is what really hit home. Nice excerpt.
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