poet Rabindranath Tagore

Rabindranath Tagore

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  • Krishnanu paul (11/20/2018 9:41:00 AM)

    Really marvellous

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  • AASHISH YADAV (11/15/2018 4:45:00 AM)

    Very nice helped me a lot

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  • anjali (11/13/2018 8:46:00 AM)

    very nice helped me a lot

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  • anjali (11/13/2018 8:45:00 AM)

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  • Hari Krishnan (11/13/2018 6:33:00 AM)

    I liked the poem.It is a very good and important poem

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  • Durgamadhaba (11/6/2018 12:38:00 AM)

    Every old poet is outstanding

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  • Aditya (10/31/2018 9:34:00 AM)

    good poems guys.but there were little rhyming words you know.

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  • Sahilali (10/27/2018 6:52:00 AM)

    Very good poem

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  • Parthapratim Das (10/26/2018 11:44:00 PM)

    the poem named shrimati has not find your site

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  • ANOMOY S (10/20/2018 10:39:00 AM)

    Se im search ing for A PRAYER

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Best Poem of Rabindranath Tagore

A Moments Indulgence

I ask for a moment's indulgence to sit by thy side. The works
that I have in hand I will finish afterwards.

Away from the sight of thy face my heart knows no rest nor respite,
and my work becomes an endless toil in a shoreless sea of toil.

Today the summer has come at my window with its sighs and murmurs; and
the bees are plying their minstrelsy at the court of the flowering grove.

Now it is time to sit quite, face to face with thee, and to sing
dedication of life in this silent and overflowing leisure.

Read the full of A Moments Indulgence

The Last Bargain

"Come and hire me," I cried, while in the morning I was walking on the stone-paved road.
Sword in hand, the King came in his chariot.
He held my hand and said, "I will hire you with my power."
But his power counted for nought, and he went away in his chariot.

In the heat of the midday the houses stood with shut doors.
I wandered along the crooked lane.
An old man came out with his bag of gold.
He pondered and said, "I will hire you with my money."