Rabindranath Tagore

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

Colored Toys - Poem by Rabindranath Tagore

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.


Comments about Colored Toys by Rabindranath Tagore

  • Silver Star - 3,954 Points Geoffrey Fafard (12/14/2014 1:54:00 AM)

    How I wish to have been that child. To have been close to Tagore in Bengal in that time of his beautiful and bountiful writing. Priceless poem. Quite extraordinary. (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 16,965 Points * Sunprincess * (3/14/2014 10:51:00 PM)

    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. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 17,730 Points Ramesh Rai (3/3/2014 6:59:00 PM)

    My heart bloomes like a flower containing a cup of honey
    - -when I kiss you to make you smile. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 16,965 Points * Sunprincess * (2/1/2014 1:39:00 AM)

    .......so pleasant to read and a poem with a beautiful meaning... (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Mohit Mohit (1/5/2013 10:11:00 AM)

    i say the poem is not good because rabindranath tagore is not there to see my comments { just a joke i like this poem } (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Allison Semmes (3/29/2010 10:08:00 PM)

    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. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 13 Points Vanita Thakkar (8/1/2009 2:11:00 AM)

    A child is the centre of mother's world. Most wonderful expressions of a child's innocence and mother's love for her child. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Neelima Devi Vuddaraju (6/30/2009 1:21:00 AM)

    wonderful poem, touched the heart. Thank you Tagoreji for leaving us such great poems (Report) Reply

  • Bronze Star - 2,382 Points Jasbir Chatterjee (5/26/2009 1:27:00 AM)

    Fantastic poem from one of the greatest poets ever on the innocence of a child and the spontaneity of childhood. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Melanie Ann Calvert (3/31/2007 3:44:00 PM)

    This is a sweet one, too. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004



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