Colored Toys Poem by Rabindranath Tagore

Rabindranath Tagore

Rabindranath Tagore

Calcutta (Kolkata), Bengal Presidency / British India

Colored Toys

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When I bring to you colored toys, my child,
I understand why there is such a play of colors on clouds, on water,
and why flowers are painted in tints
- -when I give colored toys to you, my child.

When I sing to make you dance
I truly now why there is music in leaves,
and why waves send their chorus of voices to the heart of the listening earth
- -when I sing to make you dance.

When I bring sweet things to your greedy hands
I know why there is honey in the cup of the flowers
and why fruits are secretly filled with sweet juice
- -when I bring sweet things to your greedy hands.

When I kiss your face to make you smile, my darling,
I surely understand what pleasure streams from the sky in morning light,
and what delight that is that is which the summer breeze brings to my body
- -when I kiss you to make you smile.

Colored Toys
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Allison Semmes 29 March 2010

What a beautiful poem! I love how Tagore compares the love of a mother to a child with the love our Creator has for us, drawing parallels to the mothers gifts to the child and God's gifts to us.

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Neelima Devi Vuddaraju 30 June 2009

wonderful poem, touched the heart. Thank you Tagoreji for leaving us such great poems

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Vanita Thakkar 01 August 2009

A child is the centre of mother's world. Most wonderful expressions of a child's innocence and mother's love for her child.

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Jasbir Chatterjee 26 May 2009

Fantastic poem from one of the greatest poets ever on the innocence of a child and the spontaneity of childhood.

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Mohit Mohit 05 January 2013

i say the poem is not good because rabindranath tagore is not there to see my comments { just a joke i like this poem }

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Dr Antony Theodore 14 October 2020

When I bring to you colored toys, my child, I understand why there is such a play of colors on clouds, on water, and why flowers are painted in tints - -when I give colored toys to you, my child. Colors and child and Tagore's imagination. tony

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Anil Kumar Panda 06 April 2020

A great poem from a great poet. Very interesting to read. A masterpiece.

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B.m. Biswas 06 April 2020

A superb extolling to Nature or rather the Almighty......... This shows who wins a nobel prize......In 1913.

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Kumarmani Mahakul 06 April 2020

When I kiss your face to make you smile, my darling, I surely understand what pleasure streams from the sky in morning light, .......enchanted inscription. Beautiful poem.

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Dr Antony Theodore 06 April 2020

When I bring to you colored toys, my child, I understand why there is such a play of colors on clouds, on water, and why flowers are painted in tints - -when I give colored toys to you, my child. the mind of Tagore of India. colours of th emind.. lovely.

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Rabindranath Tagore

Rabindranath Tagore

Calcutta (Kolkata), Bengal Presidency / British India
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