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 ...
I THE DARKIn a worldless timeless lightless great emptiness Four-faced Brahma broods.nasad asin, no sad asit tadanim;nasid raja no vioma paro yat.kim ...
Take back your coins, King's Councillor. I am of those women yousent to the forest shrine to decoy the young ...
Why do you whisper so faintly inmy ears, O Death, my Death? When the flowers droop in theevening and cattle come ...
I dreamt that she sat by my head, tenderly ruffling my hair withher fingers, playing the melody of her touch. ...
I dreamt that she sat by my head, tenderly ruffling my hair with her fingers, playing the melody of her ...
Why do you whisper so faintly in my ears, O Death, my Death? When the flowers droop in the evening ...
Take back your coins, King's Councillor. I am of those women you sent to the forest shrine to decoy the ...
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