If I could know my sorrow is for whom
I would tell you I cry for whom.
I stretch my hands for whom in vain
I think of whom to get more pain
As if I have sold everything
Without getting a price or gain!
I ask myself time and again
Who is the one behind this pain?
The thing that all call happiness
I play it like a flute sometimes
I don't want it, the music says
I don't want it, the music prays!
Asif Andalib
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/if-i-could-know-original-by-rabindranath-tagore/
