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Rabindranath Tagore
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Rabindranath Tagore Poems
- Clouds And Waves Mother, the folk who live up in the clouds ...
- A Moments Indulgence I ask for a moment's indulgence to sit ...
- Endless Time Time is endless in thy hands, my lord. There ...
- Baby's World I wish I could take a quiet corner in the heart ...
- Closed Path I thought that my voyage had come to its end at...
- Face To Face Day after day, O lord of my life, shall I ...
- Flower Pluck this little flower and take it, delay not! I ...
Rabindranath Tagore (Bengali: রবীন্দ্রনাথ ঠাকুর) sobriquet Gurudev, was a Bengali polymath who reshaped his region's literature and music. Author of Gitanjali and its "profoundly sensitive, fresh and beautiful verse", he became the first non-European to win the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1913. In translation his poetry was viewed as spiritual and mercurial; his seemingly mesmeric personality, flowing hair, and other-worldly dress earned him a prophet-like reputation in the West. His "elegant prose and magical poetry" remain largely unknown outside Bengal. Tagore introduced new prose and verse forms and the use of colloquial language into Bengali literature, thereby ... more »
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''“Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.”
― Rabindranath Tagore, Stray Birds
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''“If you cry because the sun has gone out of your life, your tears will prevent you from seeing the stars.”
― Rabindranath Tagore
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''“You can’t cross the sea merely by standing and staring at the water.” ''
― Rabindranath Tagore
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''“I slept and dreamt that life was joy. I awoke and saw that life was service. I acted and behold, service was joy.”
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''“It is very simple to be happy, but it is very difficult to be simple.” ''
Clouds And Waves
Mother, the folk who live up in the clouds call out to me-
"We play from the time we wake till the day ends.
We play with the golden dawn, we play with the silver moon."
I ask, "But how am I to get up to you ?"
They answer, "Come to the edge of the earth, lift up your
hands to the sky, and you will be taken up into the clouds."
"My mother is waiting for me at home, "I say, "How can I leave
her and come?"
Then they smile and float away.
But I know a nicer game than that, mother.
I shall be the cloud and you the moon.
I shall ...
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Poem is Work is worship
Poem is wish I were a gardener Digging away the garden with nobody
Very lively and interesting poems.
Very Nice and intresting poems☺
gurudev! that is why you're so much widespread considered.
Awesome... Helps me to find out my project easily... Loved it
I like his poems very much