poet Rabindranath Tagore

Rabindranath Tagore

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Dungeon

He whom I enclose with my name is weeping in this dungeon.
I am ever busy building this wall all around; and as this wall goes up into
the sky day by day I lose sight of my true being in its dark shadow.

I take pride in this great wall, and I plaster it with dust and sand
lest a least hole should be left in this name;
and for all the care I take I lose sight of my true being.

Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004

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  • Suryendu Chaudhury (10/9/2020 3:28:00 AM)

    The poet here speaks of the vain effforts we make to immortalize our names through mundane efforts and hence the more we take pride in it, we lose our introspective vision.

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  • Ula Step (10/26/2013 3:42:00 PM)

    love this poem of Tagore, so beautifully expressed we are lost and don't know who we are if we don't have god in our hearts

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  • D. S. (4/12/2013 3:03:00 AM)

    One of the most beautiful poems I've ever read.

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