Treasure Island

Kabir

(1440 - 1518 / Pratapgar, Uttar Pradesh, India)

Hiding In This Cage


Hiding in this cage
of visible matter

........................
........................
read full text »


Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Poet's Notes about The Poem

Collected from Beloved May I Enter: Kabir dohas and other poems, Translated by Sushil Rao

Comments about this poem (Hiding In This Cage by Kabir )

Enter the verification code :

  • Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (4/3/2014 9:14:00 AM)

    Kabir the great poet of India whose poems are for the benefit of perfection of humanly living in this world. Though humans are borne equal their upbringing and cultural background owing to different circumstances are different. If they have a inner calling and gave sufficient advises in the intial stage they could become masters of the world.The cage is supposed to be the human body and hiding in this cage is the soul itself. For becoming a perfect human being we have to pay attention to the inner calling of the soul and this poem is an advise to all of us who are borne in this world to lead a good and model life with perfection and good will that I understand. (Report) Reply

Top Poems

  1. Phenomenal Woman
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  5. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  6. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  9. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
    Maya Angelou
  10. A Dream Within A Dream
    Edgar Allan Poe

New Poems

  1. Live with this moment, gajanan mishra
  2. The loss may be, hasmukh amathalal
  3. Stay free from desires, gajanan mishra
  4. G O P....Profiling - The Black Republican, James B. Earley
  5. Destroy not, gajanan mishra
  6. I Have Friends, Lawrence S. Pertillar
  7. Leave It As That, Lawrence S. Pertillar
  8. Love & Light, Maharishi Deja Vu
  9. Ill winds, gajanan mishra
  10. समनि नायथाय- 06, Ronjoy Brahma

Poem of the Day

poet Alfred Lord Tennyson

It little profits that an idle king,
By this still hearth, among these barren crags,
Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and dole
Unequal laws unto a savage race,
...... Read complete »

   
[Hata Bildir]