The furthest distance in the world
By Tagore
The furthest distance in the world
Is not between life and death
But when I stand in front of you
Yet you don't know that
I love you
The furthest distance in the world
Is not when I stand in front you
Yet you can't see my love
But when undoubtedly knowing the love
From both
Yet cannot be together
The furthest distance in the world
Is not being apart while being in love
But when I plainly cannot resist the yearning
Yet pretending you have never been in my heart
The furthest distance in the world
Is not strugging against the tides
But using one's in different heart
To dig an uncrossable river
For the one who loves you
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