Rabindranath Tagore

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

Rabindranath Tagore Poems

121. Old And New 1/1/2004
122. The End 1/1/2004
123. Only Thee 1/1/2004
124. Lotus 1/1/2004
125. Lover's Gifts Ii: Come To My Garden Walk 1/1/2004
126. Purity 1/1/2004
127. Song Unsung 1/1/2004
128. When And Why 1/1/2004
129. I Am Restless 3/23/2010
130. Sympathy 1/1/2004
131. Lover's Gifts Xlii: Are You A Mere Picture 1/1/2004
132. Threshold 1/1/2004
133. The Gardener Xxvii: Trust Love 1/1/2004
134. The Child-Angel 1/1/2004
135. Lover's Gifts Lii: Tired Of Waiting 1/1/2004
136. The Beginning 1/1/2004
137. Little Of Me 1/1/2004
138. Prisoner 1/1/2004
139. I 3/23/2010
140. Playthings 1/1/2004
141. Lover's Gifts Lvi: The Evening Was Lonely 1/1/2004
142. Twelve O'Clock 1/1/2004
143. Patience 1/1/2004
144. Hard Times 3/23/2010
145. Parting Words 1/1/2004
146. My Song 1/1/2004
147. My Friend 1/1/2004
148. Lover's Gifts Iv: She Is Near To My Heart 1/1/2004
149. The Journey 1/1/2004
150. Silent Steps 1/1/2004
151. Free Love 1/1/2004
152. She 1/1/2004
153. The Gardener Xxxiv: Do Not Go, My Love 1/1/2004
154. The Last Bargain 1/1/2004
155. Ungrateful Sorrow 3/23/2010
156. The Lotus 1/1/2004
157. The Gardener Lix: O Woman 1/1/2004
158. Last Curtain 1/1/2004
159. Where Shadow Chases Light 1/1/2004
160. The Gardener Xxviii: Your Questioning Eyes 1/1/2004
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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