Rabindranath Tagore (7 May 1861 – 7 August 1941 / Calcutta (Kolkata), Bengal Presidency / British India)
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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."
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A wonderful portrayl of innocent desire of a child, abeautiful presentation of mother child relation ship.
Wonderful portrayel of mother and child relationship! ! !
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.
Such great expression - pure, hearty emotions and wonderful imagination! ! A real masterpiece! !
Wonderful poem about the childs unconditional love towards mother. Every mom wil be happy to hear this.
this is a real imagination with a stroke of a master.
Wow... I often used to have dream like this! Lovely poem of fantasy and freedom.