Once Gurudev Tagore asked Gandhiji "Gandhiji! Are you so unromantic? When the early dawns of morning sun rises, does it not fill your heart with joy to see its reddish glow? When the birds sing, does not your heart thrilled with its divine music? When the rose opens its petals and blooms in the garden, does its sight not bring cheers to your heart?"
Mahatma replied, and marked his words:- He said "Gurudev!
I am not so dumb or insensitive as not to be moved by the beauty of the rose or the morning rays of the sun or the divine music of the birds but what can I do? My one desire and my one anxiety, my one ambition is when shall I see the red tint of the rose on the cheeks of the hungry naked millions of my people"? And he said, `When shall I hear the sweet and melodious songs of the birds in place of their agonising sighs? When will such music come out of their souls and when will that day come? When the light of the morning sun will illumine the hearts of the common man in India? When will I see its lustre and brightness on his face?" That is what the Mahatma had said.
That day is still far far off. Let us try, all try, to bring it nearer?