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 ...
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 ...
Hands cling to hands and eyes lingeron eyes: thus begins the record of ourhearts. It is the moonlit night of March;the ...
I am restless. I am athirst for far-away things.My soul goes out in a longing to touch the skirt of the ...
In desperate hope I go and search for herin all the corners of my room;I find her not.My house is ...
The song that I came to sing remains unsung to this day.I have spent my days in stringing and in ...
I dive down into the depth of the ocean of forms,hoping to gain the perfect pearl of the formless.No more ...
The song I came to singremains unsung to this day.I have spent my days in stringingand in unstringing my instrument.The ...
I dive down into the depth of the ocean of forms, hoping to gain the perfect pearl of the formless. ...
The song that I came to sing remains unsung to this day. I have spent my days in stringing and ...
Hands cling to hands and eyes linger on eyes: thus begins the record of our hearts. It is the moonlit ...
In desperate hope I go and search for her in all the corners of my room; I find her not. ...
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