Rabindranath Tagore

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

Rabindranath Tagore Poems

1. This Dog 5/27/2015
2. Stray Birds 81 - 90 3/23/2010
3. The Gardener Lxxix: I Often Wonder 3/29/2010
4. The Gardener Xxix: Speak To Me My Love 3/29/2010
5. The Gardener Xliv: Reverend Sir, Forgive 1/1/2004
6. Maran-Milan (Death-Wedding) 3/23/2010
7. The Golden Boat 3/23/2010
8. The Gardener Xliii: No, My Friends 1/1/2004
9. Stray Birds 81 - 90 3/23/2010
10. Stray Birds 51 - 60 3/23/2010
11. The Gardener Lxxxiv: Over The Green 1/1/2004
12. Unyielding 3/29/2010
13. Stray Birds 11- 20 3/23/2010
14. The Merchant 3/23/2010
15. The Gardener Xlii: O Mad, Superbly Drunk 1/1/2004
16. The Gardener Xxi: Why Did He Choose 1/1/2004
17. The Gardener X: Let Your Work Be, Bride 1/1/2004
18. Stray Birds 61 - 70 3/23/2010
19. Ungrateful Sorrow 3/23/2010
20. The Gardener Xxvi: What Comes From Your Willing Hands 1/1/2004
21. Stray Birds 21- 30 3/23/2010
22. We Are To Play The Game Of Death 3/23/2010
23. The Gardener Lxxxiii: She Dwelt On The Hillside 1/1/2004
24. The Sun Of The First Day 3/23/2010
25. The Gardener Xlviii: Free Me 1/1/2004
26. The Tame Bird Was In A Cage 3/23/2010
27. When The Two Sisters Go To Fetch Water 3/23/2010
28. Stray Birds 71 - 80 3/23/2010
29. The Gardener Lxxvi: The Fair Was On 1/1/2004
30. Stray Birds 41 - 50 3/23/2010
31. The Gardener Xlv: To The Guests 1/1/2004
32. The Gardener Lxxv: At Midnight 1/1/2004
33. The Gardener Xix: You Walked 1/1/2004
34. Stray Birds 91 - 99 3/23/2010
35. The Gardener Lxix: I Hunt For The Golden Stag 1/1/2004
36. The Gardener Xxii: When She Passed By Me 1/1/2004
37. Stray Birds 31 - 40 3/23/2010
38. The Gardener Li: Then Finish The Last Song 1/1/2004
39. Lover's Gifts Lviii: Things Throng And Laugh 1/1/2004
40. The Gardener Lxiv: I Spent My Day 1/1/2004
Best Poem of Rabindranath Tagore

Where The Mind Is Without Fear

Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high
Where knowledge is free
Where the world has not been broken up into fragments
By narrow domestic walls
Where words come out from the depth of truth
Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection
Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way
Into the dreary desert sand of dead habit
Where the mind is led forward by thee
Into ever-widening thought and action
Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake

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The Gardener Iv: Ah Me

Ah me, why did they build my
house by the road to the market
town?
They moor their laden boats near
my trees.
They come and go and wander at
their will.
I sit and watch them; my time
wears on.

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