Maya Poem by Rabindranath Tagore

Rabindranath Tagore

Rabindranath Tagore

Calcutta (Kolkata), Bengal Presidency / British India

Maya

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That I should make much of myself and turn it on all sides,
thus casting colored shadows on thy radiance
---such is thy Maya.

Thou settest a barrier in thine own being
and then callest thy severed self in myriad notes.
This thy self-separation has taken body in me.

The poignant song is echoed through all the sky in many-coloued tears
and smiles, alarms and hopes; waves rise up and sink again,
dreams break and form.
In me is thy own defeat of self.

This screen that thou hast raised is painted with innumerable figures
with the brush of the night and the day.
Behind it thy seat is woven in wondrous mysteries of curves,
casting away all barren lines of straightness.

The great pageant of thee and me has overspread the sky.
With the tune of thee and me all the air is vibrant,
and all ages pass with the hiding and seeking of thee and me.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Savita Tyagi 30 November 2014

Beautiful poem. A pleasure to read.

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Gajanan Mishra 25 November 2014

all the air is vibrant, good one, thanks..

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Gangadharan Nair Pulingat 19 November 2014

The great poet's great poem and always it is great.

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Rabindranath Tagore

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Calcutta (Kolkata), Bengal Presidency / British India
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