Rabindranath Tagore

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

Stream Of Life - Poem by Rabindranath Tagore

The same stream of life that runs through my veins night and day
runs through the world and dances in rhythmic measures.

It is the same life that shoots in joy through the dust of the earth
in numberless blades of grass
and breaks into tumultuous waves of leaves and flowers.

It is the same life that is rocked in the ocean-cradle of birth
and of death, in ebb and in flow.

I feel my limbs are made glorious by the touch of this world of life.
And my pride is from the life-throb of ages dancing in my blood this moment.

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  • Rookie Orlando Salichs (11/10/2011 1:10:00 AM)

    Tagore is saying that there is an invisible thread that connects us all, nature, people and the Universe. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004

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