Rabindranath Tagore

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

Rabindranath Tagore Poems

201. Brink Of Eternity 1/1/2004
202. Beggarly Heart 1/1/2004
203. Farewell 1/1/2004
204. Baby's Way 1/1/2004
205. Defamation 1/1/2004
206. Give Me Strength 1/1/2004
207. Colored Toys 1/1/2004
208. Closed Path 1/1/2004
209. Chain Of Pearls 1/1/2004
210. Flower 1/1/2004
211. Face To Face 1/1/2004
212. Baby's World 1/1/2004
213. Endless Time 1/1/2004
214. A Moments Indulgence 1/1/2004
215. Clouds And Waves 1/1/2004

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  • Soma Das (5/9/2017 11:12:00 PM)

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  • Master Poet (2/11/2017 3:09:00 PM)

    I feel calling him a poet is simply inadequate.

Best Poem of Rabindranath Tagore

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 ...

Read the full of Clouds And Waves

The Gardener Iv: Ah Me

Ah me, why did they build my
house by the road to the market
town?
They moor their laden boats near
my trees.
They come and go and wander at
their will.
I sit and watch them; my time
wears on.

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