Rabindranath Tagore

[Gurudev] (7 May 1861 – 7 August 1941 / Calcutta (Kolkata), Bengal Presidency / British India)

Rabindranath Tagore Poems

1. This Dog 5/27/2015
2. Maran-Milan (Death-Wedding) 3/23/2010
3. The Gardener Lxxix: I Often Wonder 3/29/2010
4. Stray Birds 81 - 90 3/23/2010
5. Poems On Time 3/23/2010
6. The Gardener Xlii: O Mad, Superbly Drunk 1/1/2004
7. Stray Birds 71 - 80 3/23/2010
8. Unyielding 3/29/2010
9. Stray Birds 81 - 90 3/23/2010
10. Stray Birds 91 - 99 3/23/2010
11. Stray Birds 61 - 70 3/23/2010
12. The Gardener Xlv: To The Guests 1/1/2004
13. I Found A Few Old Letters 3/23/2010
14. The Gardener Li: Then Finish The Last Song 1/1/2004
15. The Gardener Lxix: I Hunt For The Golden Stag 1/1/2004
16. The Gardener Xliv: Reverend Sir, Forgive 1/1/2004
17. Stray Birds 11- 20 3/23/2010
18. When The Two Sisters Go To Fetch Water 3/23/2010
19. The Gardener Xxii: When She Passed By Me 1/1/2004
20. The Gardener Xxi: Why Did He Choose 1/1/2004
21. Stray Birds 51 - 60 3/23/2010
22. Stray Birds 41 - 50 3/23/2010
23. The Gardener Xxix: Speak To Me My Love 3/29/2010
24. Stray Birds 21- 30 3/23/2010
25. We Are To Play The Game Of Death 3/23/2010
26. My Dependence 3/23/2010
27. The Golden Boat 3/23/2010
28. The Gardener Lxxvi: The Fair Was On 1/1/2004
29. The Gardener Lxxv: At Midnight 1/1/2004
30. The Gardener Xix: You Walked 1/1/2004
31. The Gardener Xx: Day After Day He Comes 1/1/2004
32. The Gardener Lxxxiv: Over The Green 1/1/2004
33. Sail Away 1/1/2004
34. Poems On Beauty 3/23/2010
35. The Gardener X: Let Your Work Be, Bride 1/1/2004
36. I Cast My Net Into The Sea 3/23/2010
37. One Day In Spring.... 3/23/2010
38. Lover's Gifts Xix: It Is Written In The Book 1/1/2004
39. The Gardener Lv: It Was Mid-Day 1/1/2004
40. Sleep-Stealer 1/1/2004

Comments about Rabindranath Tagore

  • Aditya singh (7/15/2018 5:00:00 AM)

    His pome very nice

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  • komal (7/14/2018 10:04:00 PM)

    very nice

  • Prerna (7/13/2018 12:00:00 PM)

    Wow like this poem

  • Aryan (7/13/2018 5:47:00 AM)

    Very nice

  • Biswajit (7/10/2018 7:31:00 PM)

    I really love this

  • Sonali Khastagir (7/8/2018 9:38:00 AM)

    I loved the poem clouds and waves

  • Pue chakraborty (7/5/2018 9:51:00 AM)

    Think him as a sun in the sky
    Think him as a bird that flutters by
    Close your eyes he is with u
    And hold his hands and feel the air
    He will surely be there, He will surely be there.
    - titly

  • Pue chakraborty (7/5/2018 9:46:00 AM)

    The days are the evil,
    The nights are the dame
    Till now my father didn’t came
    Three months over,
    September, October, November
    Now also no phone or letter
    I think he is better
    But I am not well just as the same
    Till now days are the evil and nights are the dame
    All the things are still and same _Titly chakraborty

  • Titly Chakraborty (7/5/2018 9:40:00 AM)

    It is an awesome poem. He is dead but his words are still not fade.

  • Titly (7/5/2018 9:19:00 AM)

    His words are my inspiration. Let the sun shine and his poems in my mind.

Best Poem of Rabindranath Tagore

Where The Mind Is Without Fear

Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high
Where knowledge is free
Where the world has not been broken up into fragments
By narrow domestic walls
Where words come out from the depth of truth
Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection
Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way
Into the dreary desert sand of dead habit
Where the mind is led forward by thee
Into ever-widening thought and action
Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake

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Journey Home

The time that my journey takes is long and the way of it long.

I came out on the chariot of the first gleam of light, and pursued my
voyage through the wildernesses of worlds leaving my track on many a star and planet.

It is the most distant course that comes nearest to thyself,
and that training is the most intricate which leads to the utter simplicity of a tune.

The traveler has to knock at every alien door to come to his own,

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