Rabindranath Tagore (7 May 1861 – 7 August 1941 / Calcutta (Kolkata), Bengal Presidency / British India)
Poems by Rabindranath Tagore : 18 / 215
Dungeon
He whom I enclose with my name is weeping in this dungeon.
I am ever busy building this wall all around; and as this wall goes up into
the sky day by day I lose sight of my true being in its dark shadow.
I take pride in this great wall, and I plaster it with dust and sand
lest a least hole should be left in this name;
and for all the care I take I lose sight of my true being.
Rabindranath Tagore
Submitted: Thursday, January 01, 2004
Read poems about / on: pride, dark, sky, lost
Poems by Rabindranath Tagore : 18 / 215
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