Rabindranath Tagore

Calcutta (Kolkata), Bengal Presidency / British India
Rabindranath Tagore
Calcutta (Kolkata), Bengal Presidency / British India
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The Hero

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Mother, let us imagine we are travelling, and passing through a
strange and dangerous country.
You are riding in a palanquin and I am trotting by you on a
red horse.
It is evening and the sun goes down. The waste of Joradighi
lies wan and grey before us. The land is desolate and barren.
You are frightened and thinking-"I know not where we have come
to."
I say to you, "Mother, do not be afraid."
The meadow is prickly with spiky grass, and through it runs
a narrow broken path.
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COMMENTS
Josh I 21 May 2019
Worst poem ever I have heard
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Ramanuj Chakraborty 01 March 2019
Very nice
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Tanishk 30 May 2018
Veri nice poem
4 3 Reply
Priya Shah 28 August 2006
very good poem. i loved it. rabindranath tagore is the best poet i've ever heard of
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