Rabindranath Tagore

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

Last Curtain - Poem by Rabindranath Tagore

I know that the day will come
when my sight of this earth shall be lost,
and life will take its leave in silence,
drawing the last curtain over my eyes.

Yet stars will watch at night,
and morning rise as before,
and hours heave like sea waves casting up pleasures and pains.

When I think of this end of my moments,
the barrier of the moments breaks
and I see by the light of death
thy world with its careless treasures.
Rare is its lowliest seat,
rare is its meanest of lives.

Things that I longed for in vain
and things that I got
---let them pass.
Let me but truly possess
the things that I ever spurned
and overlooked.

Comments about Last Curtain by Rabindranath Tagore

  • Rookie Annie Arshad (9/28/2009 10:14:00 AM)

    this is a true poem about the world telling we have to leave one day our great dear ones and our belongings the ones we love the most this tells that we we will leave evrythng here and take nothing to our graves and we'll only take our presents which we had got by doing good things and those will be our marks which will tell that we'll go in hell or heaven? This is really a great poem and I got more respect for our great late mr and our dear one Mr.Rabindhranath tagore (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004

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