Rabindranath Tagore

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

Clouds And Waves - Poem by Rabindranath Tagore

Mother, the folk who live up in the clouds call out to me-
"We play from the time we wake till the day ends.
We play with the golden dawn, we play with the silver moon."
I ask, "But how am I to get up to you ?"
They answer, "Come to the edge of the earth, lift up your
hands to the sky, and you will be taken up into the clouds."
"My mother is waiting for me at home, "I say, "How can I leave
her and come?"
Then they smile and float away.
But I know a nicer game than that, mother.
I shall be the cloud and you the moon.
I shall cover you with both my hands, and our house-top will
be the blue sky.
The folk who live in the waves call out to me-
"We sing from morning till night; on and on we travel and know
not where we pass."
I ask, "But how am I to join you?"
They tell me, "Come to the edge of the shore and stand with
your eyes tight shut, and you will be carried out upon the waves."
I say, "My mother always wants me at home in the everything-
how can I leave her and go?"
They smile, dance and pass by.
But I know a better game than that.
I will be the waves and you will be a strange shore.
I shall roll on and on and on, and break upon your lap with
And no one in the world will know where we both are.

Comments about Clouds And Waves by Rabindranath Tagore

  • (11/15/2017 9:07:00 AM)

    Inspiring words of wisdom. (Report) Reply

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  • (11/15/2017 4:36:00 AM)

    This poem is very nice (Report) Reply

  • (7/30/2016 11:03:00 AM)

    wonderful poem, I will be the waves and you will be a strange shore. And no one in the world will know where we both are. These lines are divine. (Report) Reply

  • Zubiya Surti (7/2/2016 11:36:00 AM)

    Regarding the video part, i think that it should be read out by a real human, who can read it with emotion, and not the computerized voice. It makes no sense, the voice just reads out the beautiful poem plainly without any inflection. (Report) Reply

  • Pranab K Chakraborty (2/20/2016 11:57:00 PM)

    Thanks to PH for Tagore's post. I have not seen it before. (Report) Reply

  • Tilly Boesche-zacharow (2/20/2016 3:42:00 PM)

    Tagore is one of my favorites in the poetry since long long time.Thank you I can find it here in the Hunters (Report) Reply

  • Savita Tyagi (2/20/2016 9:29:00 AM)

    It is always a pleasure to read this poem. Tagore is marvelous when it comes to dealing with human emotions. (Report) Reply

  • Anish Debnath (2/20/2016 3:38:00 AM)

    Wonderful depiction of childhood dreams comprising his mother.Shows the love, affection towards her that even in the playful imagination they are together.Lovely poem. (Report) Reply

  • Anish Debnath (2/20/2016 3:27:00 AM)

    Wonderful depiction of every childhood dreams comprising his mother.This shows the affection, love towards her that even the playful imagination are not without her.Lovely poem. (Report) Reply

  • (2/20/2016 2:05:00 AM)

    Mind blowing portrayal of a conversation of a child with it's mother taking both on unique elevation of waves and sea shore is simply superb. (Report) Reply

  • Edward Kofi Louis (2/20/2016 1:47:00 AM)

    To respect nature and to thank the Creator. Nice piece of work (Report) Reply

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

    One of the best poem by Tagore, A touchy poem with dreams in eye...Loved it. Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

  • Jasbir Chatterjee (2/20/2016 12:49:00 AM)

    finally, PH has brought out a poem from Tagore, my favorite poet...Thanks for sharing it. (Report) Reply

  • (2/10/2016 6:33:00 AM)

    Wonderful extraordinary comparision (Report) Reply

  • (12/19/2015 5:46:00 PM)

    .............sweet and endearing ★ (Report) Reply

  • (11/9/2015 4:58:00 PM)

    I found Tagore's comparisons between the heave and the ocean to his mother, it was truly clever. His insight is inspirational. I've literally been saying his name over and over inside my head the whole time I was at work; I was bored and was thinking of how cool of a poet name he has. (Report) Reply

  • Salma Nasser (6/26/2015 11:41:00 AM)

    Wowow (Report) Reply

  • Kelly Kurt (6/26/2015 10:42:00 AM)

    I am impressed with the depth and the emotion expressed (Report) Reply

  • (6/26/2015 4:23:00 AM)

    How MOM always comes into our lives (Report) Reply

  • Edward Kofi Louis (6/26/2015 3:25:00 AM)

    Upon your lap with laughter! Nice work (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004

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