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 ...
Mother, the light has grown grey in the sky; I do not know whatthe time is. There is no fun in ...
Take back your coins, King's Councillor. I am of those women yousent to the forest shrine to decoy the young ...
The morning sea of silence broke into ripples of bird songs;and the flowers were all merry by the roadside;and the ...
I was walking by the road, I do notknow why, when the noonday was pastand bamboo branches rustled in thewind. The ...
It is time for me to go, mother; I am going. When in the paling darkness of the lonely dawn you ...
I shall gladly suffer the pride of culture to die out in my house,if only in some happy future I ...
Sullen clouds are gathering fast over the black fringe of theforest. O child, do not go out! The palm trees in a ...
STRAY birds of summer come to my windowto sing and fly away.And yellow leaves of autumn,which have no songs,flutter and ...
On the seashore of endless worlds children meet.The infinite sky is motionless overheadAnd the restless water is boisterous.On the seashore ...
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 the two sisters go to fetch water, they come to this spot and they smile. They must be aware of ...
She dwelt here by the pool with its landing-stairs in ruins. Manyan evening she had watched the moon made dizzy ...
61TAKE my wine in my own cup, friend.It loses its wreath of foamwhen poured into that of others. 62THE Perfect decks ...
WHEN I go alone at night to my love-tryst, birds do not sing, the wind does not stir, the houses ...
When the two sisters go to fetchwater, they come to this spot andthey smile. They must be aware of somebodywho stands ...
When I bring to you colored toys, my child,I understand why there is such a play of colors on clouds, ...
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 ...
WHEN I bring you coloured toys, my child, I understand why there is such a play of colours on clouds, ...
The fair was on before the temple.It had rained from the early morningand the day came to its end. Brighter than ...
Mother, I do want to leave off my lessons now. I have been at mybook all the morning. You say it ...
The 'I' that floats along the wave of time,From a distance I watch him.With the dust and the water,With the ...
I shall gladly suffer the pride of culture to die out in my house, if only in some happy future ...
On the seashore of endless worlds children meet. The infinite sky is motionless overhead and the restless water is boisterous. ...
On the seashore of endless worlds children meet. The infinite sky is motionless overhead and the restless water is boisterous. ...
O you shaggy-headed banyan tree standing on the bank of the pond, have you forgotten the little chile, like the ...
It is time for me to go, mother; I am going. When in the paling darkness of the lonely dawn ...
When I go alone at night to my love-tryst, birds do not sing, the wind does not stir, the houses ...
The fair was on before the temple. It had rained from the early morning and the day came to its ...
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