We Need Others

We need others.

We need others to love and we need to be loved by them.

There is no doubt that without it, we too,

like the infant left alone,

would cease to grow,

cease to develop,

choose madness and even death

Who is This? : poem by Rabindranath Tagore

I came out alone on my way to my tryst.
But who is this that follows me in the silent dark?
I move aside to avoid his presence but I escape him not.
He makes the dust rise from the earth with his swagger;
he adds his loud voice to every word I utter.
He is my own small self, my lord, he knows no shame:
but I am ashamed to come to your door in his presence.