poet Rabindranath Tagore

Rabindranath Tagore

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Stray Birds 71 - 80


THE woodcutter's axe begged for its handle from the tree.
The tree gave it.


IN my solitude of heart
I feel the sigh of this widowed evening
veiled with mist and rain.


is a wealth that comes from
abundance of love.


THE mist,
like love,
plays upon the heart of the hills
and brings out surprises of beauty.


WE read the world wrong
and say that it deceives us.


THE poet wind is out over the sea
and the forest to seek his own voice.


EVERY child
comes with the message
that God is not yet discouraged
of man.


THE grass seeks her crowd in the earth.
The tree seeks his solitude of the sky.


MAN barricades against himself.


YOUR voice, my friend,
wanders in my heart,
like the muffled sound of the sea
among these listening pines.

Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 23, 2010

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  • Prabir GayenPrabir Gayen (1/7/2019 11:59:00 PM)

    Poet of ultimate height. Mind full of stars and illumination....a great poet of all time...

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  • M Asim NehalM Asim Nehal (10/5/2016 3:39:00 PM)

    Nicely penned...Gems to cherish, reading every time is a joy.

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