Rabindranath Tagore (7 May 1861 – 7 August 1941 / Calcutta (Kolkata), Bengal Presidency / British India)
Colored Toys
When I bring to you colored toys, my child,
I understand why there is such a play of colors on clouds, on water,
and why flowers are painted in tints
---when I give colored toys to you, my child.
When I sing to make you dance
I truly now why there is music in leaves,
and why waves send their chorus of voices to the heart of the listening earth
---when I sing to make you dance.
When I bring sweet things to your greedy hands
I know why there is honey in the cup of the flowers
and why fruits are secretly filled with sweet juice
---when I bring sweet things to your greedy hands.
When I kiss your face to make you smile, my darling,
I surely understand what pleasure streams from the sky in morning light,
and what delight that is that is which the summer breeze brings to my body
---when I kiss you to make you smile.
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i say the poem is not good because rabindranath tagore is not there to see my comments { just a joke i like this poem }
What a beautiful poem! I love how Tagore compares the love of a mother to a child with the love our Creator has for us, drawing parallels to the mothers gifts to the child and God's gifts to us.
A child is the centre of mother's world. Most wonderful expressions of a child's innocence and mother's love for her child.
wonderful poem, touched the heart. Thank you Tagoreji for leaving us such great poems
Fantastic poem from one of the greatest poets ever on the innocence of a child and the spontaneity of childhood.
This is a sweet one, too.