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Rabindranath Tagore

(7 May 1861 – 7 August 1941 / Calcutta (Kolkata), Bengal Presidency / British India)

A Moments Indulgence


I ask for a moment's indulgence to sit by thy side. The works
that I have in hand I will finish afterwards.

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  • * Sunprincess * (6/8/2014 8:20:00 PM)

    ...............this is a very sweet write....to sit with the one you love and enjoy a moment of indulgence.....would definitely be creating a wonderful memory to last forever..... (Report) Reply

  • Nathan Coppedge (4/28/2014 12:28:00 PM)

    What I don't admire in Tagore is his age- -and his age must still be wise!

    Look in my poems, and you find an age that has not aged- - look in Tagore's poems and you find a wisdom that hasn't aged!

    Which is better? Perhaps the older one! That's what everyone thinks, and if they feel what he feels, they favor the fruit above the flower, the angst above the love, the death above the tower...

    What is lost in Tagore seems reborn. What is lost to me is lost to my poems. (Report) Reply

  • Dr Tapan Kumar Pradhan (8/29/2013 12:28:00 PM)

    The Human Soul seeks a moment's indulgence from the Creator. The devotee's Soul has been engrossed in worldliness, daily doing the myriad biddings of the bodily cage. Summer is the season of youth, which reminds the devotee that half the life is gone. The minstrelsy of bees is the humming Anahata sound that a devotee hears in his inner ear when his mind turns inward. The body-bound Soul knows that it has no immediate escape from the pressing worldly ties, until all its duties are over. However, it yearns for just a moment's contact with its Source, which is Eternity. That single moment's indulgence can flood the devotee's heart with joy immeasurable, making the inevitable passage through life's winter less painful. In fact, that single moment's joy can make the devotee's remaining journey a rather blissful experience, in constant anticipation of his soul's final merger with the Infinite.... Each one of Tagore's poems is a spiritual classic! ! (Report) Reply

  • Sarah Jones (7/12/2013 11:57:00 AM)

    Old world charm and elegance mixed with a modernist approach to composition. A remarkable poem. Shows the unmatched genius of Tagore. The words have come out of the depths of human heart. (Report) Reply

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