Treasure Island

Rabindranath Tagore

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

Clouds and Waves


Mother, the folk who live up in the clouds call out to me-
"We play from the time we wake till the day ends.
We play with the golden dawn, we play with the silver moon."
I ask, "But how am I to get up to you ?"
They answer, "Come to the edge of the earth, lift up your
hands to the sky, and you will be taken up into the clouds."
"My mother is waiting for me at home, "I say, "How can I leave
her and come?"
Then they smile and float away.
But I know a nicer game than that, mother.
I shall be the cloud and you the moon.
I shall cover you with both my hands, and our house-top will
be the blue sky.
The folk who live in the waves call out to me-
"We sing from morning till night; on and on we travel and know
not where we pass."
I ask, "But how am I to join you?"
They tell me, "Come to the edge of the shore and stand with
your eyes tight shut, and you will be carried out upon the waves."
I say, "My mother always wants me at home in the everything-
how can I leave her and go?"
They smile, dance and pass by.
But I know a better game than that.
I will be the waves and you will be a strange shore.
I shall roll on and on and on, and break upon your lap with
laughter.
And no one in the world will know where we both are.

Submitted: Thursday, January 01, 2004

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  • Piyush Dey (8/5/2014 12:22:00 PM)

    this poem is so exquisitely written, just brought tears in my eyes. Mr. Tagore is like the mentor of the class and we the students. (Report) Reply

  • * Sunprincess * (6/8/2014 8:13:00 PM)

    .........an incredible write....the poet took me into the imaginary world of a child.... and I loved it... (Report) Reply

  • Ramesh Rai (2/9/2014 2:40:00 AM)

    During my childhood i was too thinking there is some end of earth n sky would be starting just from there. Poet has made a beautiful depiction of heart of a child. (Report) Reply

  • Wang Sang (7/23/2013 1:59:00 AM)

    This potrays to me the intimidation of a child to his mother...their love. (Report) Reply

  • Tabassum Malik (8/26/2012 10:27:00 AM)

    A wonderful portrayl of innocent desire of a child, abeautiful presentation of mother child relation ship. (Report) Reply

  • Chaitanya Dorwat (12/18/2010 2:24:00 AM)

    I get emotional on every read, truely tagore saab was a genius, a poem which has much much deeper implications weaved in simple lovely words camoflauging its actual implications beautifully. (Report) Reply

  • Vanita Thakkar (8/1/2009 2:08:00 AM)

    Such great expression - pure, hearty emotions and wonderful imagination! ! A real masterpiece! ! (Report) Reply

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