Rabindranath Tagore

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

Closed Path - Poem by Rabindranath Tagore

I thought that my voyage had come to its end
at the last limit of my power,---that the path before me was closed,
that provisions were exhausted
and the time come to take shelter in a silent obscurity.

But I find that thy will knows no end in me.
And when old words die out on the tongue,
new melodies break forth from the heart;
and where the old tracks are lost,
new country is revealed with its wonders.


Comments about Closed Path by Rabindranath Tagore

  • (11/1/2018 11:22:00 AM)


    Divine writing by a master poet. (Report) Reply

    0 person liked.
    0 person did not like.
  • Parameswaran Nair Damodaran Nair (10/15/2018 7:45:00 AM)


    Great Tagore is confident of his master's mercy which helps open new avenues when one is closed. Highly optimistic (Report) Reply

  • (10/8/2018 9:35:00 AM)


    Its nice poem (Report) Reply

  • Britte Ninad (5/24/2018 3:48:00 AM)


    But I find that thy will knows no end in me.
    And when old words die out on the tongue,
    new melodies break forth from the heart;

    Yeah as like as these words O great you are everlasting, immortal.........
    (Report) Reply

  • Narayanan Kutty Pozhath (4/24/2018 9:20:00 PM)


    Life is a long journey. We need to go through it everyday. (Report) Reply

  • Chinedu Dike (4/2/2018 6:29:00 PM)


    Beautiful rendition of words in an inspirational poem with spiritual insight. (Report) Reply

  • (2/18/2018 6:50:00 AM)


    Eloquent poem of hope and inspiration.
    Loved to read it.
    (Report) Reply

  • (12/17/2017 6:06:00 AM)


    day by day i float my paper boats one by one on the running stream yoooo (Report) Reply

  • (12/17/2017 6:05:00 AM)


    day by day i float my paper boats one by one on the running stream (Report) Reply

  • (12/17/2017 5:49:00 AM)


    a very easy poem and interesting. i like it so much. but there is very difficult word in it. yoooooo (Report) Reply

  • (10/18/2017 10:29:00 PM)


    I thought my journey was over.
    No further road was left to follow.
    Exhausted I was. No strength, no
    provisions were left. I thought my time
    to slip into silence had finally come.

    But I know my God sees no end of me.
    When the old music dies
    new melodies spring forth my heart.
    And when the travelled path is lost
    stunning vistas of a new country are revealed.
    (Report) Reply

  • (5/11/2017 3:03:00 AM)


    when old words die out of tounge, new melodies comes forth from heart.
    tounge -heart hierarchy.
    heart is not giving up.the godown of love.
    it will make you move ahead.
    Perhaps it is not heart, it is the head, the vital chemicals and a few vital signals and the whispering among neurons in us
    that make us moving.Whatever it is superb song by Gurudev.
    (Report) Reply

  • Susan Williams (2/20/2016 2:35:00 PM)


    Life comes with choices and changes and mountains and valleys and that is what makes life energizing, challenging, strengthening... and this is a poem that pleases and offers wisdom about life and its varied paths (Report) Reply

  • Mohammed Asim Nehal (2/20/2016 1:01:00 AM)


    Awesome, change is the salt of the life, change is must, Inspiring poem. (Report) Reply

  • Rajesh Thankappan (1/17/2015 1:41:00 AM)


    Life symbolizes growth and re-growth to the very end. A fantastic poem. (Report) Reply

  • (8/15/2014 8:44:00 AM)


    I thought that my voyage had come to its end
    at the last limit of my power, - -that the path before me was closed, great nothing more to say.
    (Report) Reply

  • (8/15/2014 8:44:00 AM)


    I thought that my voyage had come to its end
    at the last limit of my power, - -that the path before me was closed, great nothing more to say.
    (Report) Reply

  • (6/8/2014 8:56:00 PM)


    .......I feel if you come upon a closed path....take a detour to reach your destination...even though it may be a little longer....it will be worth it in the end....great write... (Report) Reply

  • (4/23/2014 9:40:00 AM)


    The soul said to be the immortal and final journey into oblivion and silent obscurity the perfect poem and very nice and high regard to the great mind. (Report) Reply

  • Birgitta Abimbola Heikka (3/30/2014 10:21:00 AM)


    Very nice poem. However, just two suggestions. Line 2 is rather long. You could move the sentence - that the path before me was closed to another line. Also, instead of a new country on the last line, I would have preferred a new track is revealed. But it's up to you. I enjoyed reading it. Beautiful! (Report) Reply

Read all 25 comments »




Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Read poems about / on: power, lost, time, heart



Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004



Famous Poems

  1. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  5. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  6. Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep
    Mary Elizabeth Frye
  9. Television
    Roald Dahl
  10. I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You
    Pablo Neruda
[Report Error]