Treasure Island

Rabindranath Tagore

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

Closed Path


I thought that my voyage had come to its end
at the last limit of my power,---that the path before me was closed,
that provisions were exhausted
and the time come to take shelter in a silent obscurity.

But I find that thy will knows no end in me.
And when old words die out on the tongue,
new melodies break forth from the heart;
and where the old tracks are lost,
new country is revealed with its wonders.

Submitted: Thursday, January 01, 2004

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  • Majed Fox (8/15/2014 8:44:00 AM)

    I thought that my voyage had come to its end
    at the last limit of my power, - -that the path before me was closed, great nothing more to say. (Report) Reply

  • Majed Fox (8/15/2014 8:44:00 AM)

    I thought that my voyage had come to its end
    at the last limit of my power, - -that the path before me was closed, great nothing more to say. (Report) Reply

  • * Sunprincess * (6/8/2014 8:56:00 PM)

    .......I feel if you come upon a closed path....take a detour to reach your destination...even though it may be a little longer....it will be worth it in the end....great write... (Report) Reply

  • Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (4/23/2014 9:40:00 AM)

    The soul said to be the immortal and final journey into oblivion and silent obscurity the perfect poem and very nice and high regard to the great mind. (Report) Reply

  • Birgitta Abimbola Heikka (3/30/2014 10:21:00 AM)

    Very nice poem. However, just two suggestions. Line 2 is rather long. You could move the sentence - that the path before me was closed to another line. Also, instead of a new country on the last line, I would have preferred a new track is revealed. But it's up to you. I enjoyed reading it. Beautiful! (Report) Reply

  • Ramesh Rai (3/15/2014 9:50:00 PM)

    I thought that my voyage had come
    to its end
    at the last limit of my power, - -that
    the path before me was closed,
    that provisions were exhausted
    and the time come to take shelter in
    a silent obscurity.
    I will complete thy job.
    you are only my inspiration for rest of my life
    giving me new melody of your song
    to sing and appease the world
    with thy fragrance,
    where new world is revealed with its wonder. (Report) Reply

  • Ramesh Rai (2/27/2014 9:44:00 AM)

    A good revealation of truth. when one door is closed thousand doors are opened. (Report) Reply

  • Shahid Qazi (12/19/2013 8:22:00 AM)

    The spark of divine bliss does not let man collapse in the throes of disappointment. The poem is a reiteration of this fact. Man lives through chances and possibilities that know no end. The end of one opportunity gives birth to another opportunity. Hence no scope of dejection. (Report) Reply

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