In the month of Boisakh
You are remembered more
Than the rest of the hours
When the gulmohor blooms
The light becomes reddish
I too can't turn my face
From you
Your heavenly praises
Come down and teach my heart
Just then
I feel
You taught me to look at
You taught me to love
And in everything
It seems
You too are being manifested
You -My Rabindranath!
In the month of May I, e. Baisakh the birth- month of the poet Rabindranath is remembered more....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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When the gulmohor blooms The light becomes reddish I too can't turn my face From you Your heavenly praises Come down and teach my heart- - - A great tribute to the Poet Laureate Rabindranath Tagore. At times we feel a poet has become synonymous with his works. Rabindranath's poems are spiritual in nature.He saw love and God scattered in Nature.You too see his reflections in the beauty of nature.