Rabindranath Tagore

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

The Gift - Poem by Rabindranath Tagore

I want to give you something, my child, for we are drifting in the
stream of the world.
Our lives will be carried apart, and our love forgotten.
But I am not so foolish as to hope that I could buy your heart
with my gifts.
Young is your life, your path long, and you drink the love we
bring you at one draught and turn and run away from us.
You have your play and your playmates. What harm is there if
you have no time or thought for us!
We, indeed, have leisure enough in old age to count the days
that are past, to cherish in our hearts what our hands have lost
for ever.
The river runs swift with a song, breaking through all
barriers. But the mountain stays and remembers, and follows her
with his love.


Comments about The Gift by Rabindranath Tagore

  • Rookie Rishabh Dev (7/28/2014 3:02:00 AM)

    Wow only tagore sir can compose poem like this...
    No words only silent enormous wave of rapture in praise... (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Bodhi U (11/14/2011 11:23:00 AM)

    i am very touched with this poem...each line i can connect with some moments in my life.. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004



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