Rabindranath Tagore

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

Rabindranath Tagore Poems

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

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  • 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

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

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

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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 ...

Read the full of Clouds And Waves

Little Of Me

Let only that little be left of me
whereby I may name thee my all.

Let only that little be left of my will
whereby I may feel thee on every side,
and come to thee in everything,
and offer to thee my love every moment.

Let only that little be left of me

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