Rabindranath Tagore

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

Rabindranath Tagore Poems

201. Beggarly Heart 1/1/2004
202. Give Me Strength 1/1/2004
203. Brink Of Eternity 1/1/2004
204. Baby's Way 1/1/2004
205. Farewell 1/1/2004
206. Chain Of Pearls 1/1/2004
207. Defamation 1/1/2004
208. Colored Toys 1/1/2004
209. Flower 1/1/2004
210. Face To Face 1/1/2004
211. Closed Path 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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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 ...

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Fool

O Fool, try to carry thyself upon thy own shoulders!
O beggar, to come beg at thy own door!

Leave all thy burdens on his hands who can bear all,
and never look behind in regret.

Thy desire at once puts out the light from the lamp it touches with its breath.
It is unholy---take not thy gifts through its unclean hands.
Accept only what is offered by sacred love.

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