Rabindranath Tagore

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

Death - Poem by Rabindranath Tagore

O thou the last fulfilment of life,
Death, my death, come and whisper to me!

Day after day I have kept watch for thee;
for thee have I borne the joys and pangs of life.

All that I am, that I have, that I hope and all my love
have ever flowed towards thee in depth of secrecy.

One final glance from thine eyes
and my life will be ever thine own.

The flowers have been woven
and the garland is ready for the bridegroom.

After the wedding the bride shall leave her home
and meet her lord alone in the solitude of night.


Comments about Death by Rabindranath Tagore

  • Silver Star - 3,404 Points Kenneth Maswabi (12/12/2014 1:38:00 AM)

    I hope this beautiful sad poem was written by a 90+ someone.Someone who has had a most fulfilling and happy life. Death is not always bad...beautiful sadness (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 13,405 Points Ramesh Rai (3/14/2014 8:30:00 AM)

    After the wedding the bride shall
    leave her home
    and meet her lord alone in the
    solitude of night. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 23, 2010



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