Rabindranath Tagore

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

Flower - Poem by Rabindranath Tagore

Pluck this little flower and take it, delay not! I fear lest it
droop and drop into the dust.

I may not find a place in thy garland, but honour it with a touch of
pain from thy hand and pluck it. I fear lest the day end before I am
aware, and the time of offering go by.

Though its colour be not deep and its smell be faint, use this flower
in thy service and pluck it while there is time.


Comments about Flower by Rabindranath Tagore

  • Gold Star - 13,174 Points Ramesh Rai (2/28/2014 10:36:00 PM)

    A great inspirational write. Regards ever. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Melanie Ann Calvert (3/31/2007 3:57:00 PM)

    Makes me think about the beauty of the Earth. Very touching. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Ramachandran Anilkumar (3/2/2007 5:26:00 AM)

    we are all beautiful flowers in Gods' garden...How the poet convey the idea and offer himself to HIM. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004

Poem Edited: Friday, January 2, 2015


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