"Flower"
by Rabindranath Tagore
Pluck this little flower and take it, delay not! I fear lest it
droop and drop into the dust.
I may not find a place in thy garland, but honour it with a touch of
pain from thy hand and pluck it. I fear lest the day end before I am
Though its colour be not deep and its smell be faint, use this flower
in thy service and pluck it while there is time.
