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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
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  • * 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

  • 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

  • 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

  • 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

  • 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

  • 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

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