Amal Monologue from The Post Office

From The Post Office by Rabindranath Tagore

any · romantic · 57 sec

What do you do? (SUDHA: I gather flowers in my basket.) Oh, flower gathering! That is why your feet seem so glad and your anklets jingle so merrily as you walk. Wish I could be out too. Then I would pick some flowers for you from the very topmost branches right out of sight. (SUDHA: Would you really? Do you know more about flowers than I?) Yes, I do, quite as much. I know all about Champa of the fairy tale and his seven brothers. If only they let me, I'll go right into the dense forest where you can't find your way. And where the honey-sipping hummingbird rocks himself on the end of the thinnest branch, I will flower out as a champa. Would you be my sister Parul?

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