The Gate
No guest had come to my house for long,
my doors were locked,
my windows were barred;
I thought my night would be lonely.
When I opened my eyes I found the darkness had vanished.
I rose up and ran and saw the bolts of my gates all broken,
and through the open door your wind and light waved their banner.
When I was a prisoner in my own house,
and the doors were shut,
my heart ever planned to escape and to wander.
Now at my broken gate,
I sit still and wait for your coming,
You keep me bound by my freedom..
- Rabindranath Thakur.