Rabindranath Tagore Poems
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 ...
The Gardener Iv: Ah Me
Ah me, why did they build my
house by the road to the market
They moor their laden boats near
They come and go and wander at
I sit and watch them; my time