Rabindranath Tagore

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

Rabindranath Tagore Poems

81. My Song 1/1/2004
82. O Fool 1/1/2004
83. Ocean Of Forms 1/1/2004
84. Old And New 1/1/2004
85. On The Nature Of Love 3/23/2010
86. On The Seashore 1/1/2004
87. One Day In Spring.... 3/23/2010
88. Only Thee 1/1/2004
89. Palm Tree 3/23/2010
90. Paper Boats 1/1/2004
91. Parting Words 1/1/2004
92. Passing Breeze 1/1/2004
93. Patience 1/1/2004
94. Playthings 1/1/2004
95. Poems On Beauty 3/23/2010
96. Poems On Life 3/23/2010
97. Poems On Love 3/23/2010
98. Poems On Man 3/23/2010
99. Poems On Time 3/23/2010
100. Prisoner 1/1/2004
101. Purity 1/1/2004
102. Roaming Cloud 1/1/2004
103. Sail Away 1/1/2004
104. Salutation 1/1/2004
105. Seashore 1/1/2004
106. Senses 1/1/2004
107. She 1/1/2004
108. Signet Of Eternity 1/1/2004
109. Silent Steps 1/1/2004
110. Sit Smiling 1/1/2004
111. Sleep 1/1/2004
112. Sleep-Stealer 1/1/2004
113. Song Unsung 1/1/2004
114. Still Heart 1/1/2004
115. Stray Birds 1 - 10 3/23/2010
116. Stray Birds 11- 20 3/23/2010
117. Stray Birds 21- 30 3/23/2010
118. Stray Birds 31 - 40 3/23/2010
119. Stray Birds 41 - 50 3/23/2010
120. Stray Birds 51 - 60 3/23/2010
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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Journey Home

The time that my journey takes is long and the way of it long.

I came out on the chariot of the first gleam of light, and pursued my
voyage through the wildernesses of worlds leaving my track on many a star and planet.

It is the most distant course that comes nearest to thyself,
and that training is the most intricate which leads to the utter simplicity of a tune.

The traveler has to knock at every alien door to come to his own,

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