Fireflies (Rabindranath Tagore Poems)
My fancies are fireflies, -Specks of living lighttwinkling in the dark.he voice of wayside pansies,that do not attract the careless ...
My fancies are fireflies, -Specks of living lighttwinkling in the dark.he voice of wayside pansies,that do not attract the careless ...
Kasinath the new young singer fills the hall with sound:The seven notes dance in his throat like seven tame birds.His ...
Pity, in place of love, That pettiest of gifts,Is but a sugar-coating over neglect. Any passerby can make a gift of it To ...
THE tame bird was in a cage, the free bird was in the forest. They met when the time came, it ...
Music is silenced, the dark descending slowlyHas stripped unending skies of all companions.Weariness grips your limbs and within the locked ...
The morning sea of silence broke into ripples of bird songs;and the flowers were all merry by the roadside;and the ...
I asked nothing, only stood at theedge of the wood behind the tree. Languor was still upon the eyesof the dawn, ...
41THE trees,like the longings of the earth,stand a-tiptoe to peep at the heaven.42YOU smiled and talked to me of nothingand ...
WHEN I go alone at night to my love-tryst, birds do not sing, the wind does not stir, the houses ...
31THE trees come up to my windowlike the yearning voice of the dumb earth. 32HIS own mornings are new surprises to ...
O you shaggy-headed banyan tree standing on the bank of the pond,have you forgotten the little child,like the birds that ...
When I go alone at night to mylove-tryst, birds do not sing, the winddoes not stir, the houses on both ...
You walked by the riverside pathwith the full pitcher upon your hip. Why did you swiftly turn your faceand peep at ...
If I were only a little puppy, not your baby, mother dear, wouldyou say "No" to me if I tried ...
It is written in the book that Man, when fifty, must leave thenoisy world, to go to the forest seclusion. ...
Do not keep to yourself the secret ofyour heart, my friend! Say it to me, only to me, in secret. You who ...
It is written in the book that Man, when fifty, must leave the noisy world, to go to the forest ...
If I were only a little puppy, not your baby, mother dear, would you say "No" to me if I ...
O you shaggy-headed banyan tree standing on the bank of the pond, have you forgotten the little chile, like the ...
When I go alone at night to my love-tryst, birds do not sing, the wind does not stir, the houses ...
I asked nothing, only stood at the edge of the wood behind the tree. Languor was still upon the eyes ...
You walked by the riverside path with the full pitcher upon your hip. Why did you swiftly turn your face ...
Do not keep to yourself the secret of your heart, my friend! Say it to me, only to me, in ...
The morning sea of silence broke into ripples of bird songs; and the flowers were all merry by the roadside; ...
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