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 ...
Why do you speak so softly, Death, Death,Creep upon me, watch me so stealthily?This is not how a lover should ...
Mother, the light has grown grey in the sky; I do not know whatthe time is. There is no fun in ...
You say that father write a lot of books, but what he writes I don'tunderstand. He was reading to you all ...
I was walking by the road, I do notknow why, when the noonday was pastand bamboo branches rustled in thewind. The ...
SUPPOSING I became a champa flower, just for fun, and grew on a branch high up that tree, and shook ...
21THEY throw their shadows before themwho carry their lantern on their back. 22THAT I existis a perpetual surprisewhich is life. 23"WE, the ...
I wonder if I know himIn whose speech is my voice,In whose movement is my being,Whose skill is in my ...
`Prisoner, tell me, who was it that bound you?'`It was my master,' said the prisoner.`I thought I could outdo everybody ...
No more noisy, loud words from me—-such is my master's will.Henceforth I deal in whispers.The speech of my heart will ...
Over the green and yellow rice-fieldssweep the shadows of the autumnclouds followed by the swift-chasingsun. The bees forget to sip their ...
Day after day, O lord of my life,shall I stand before thee face to face.With folded hands, O lord of ...
I ask for a moment's indulgence to sit by thy side. The worksthat I have in hand I will finish ...
I ask for a moment's indulgence to sit by thy side. The worksthat I have in hand I will finish ...
I know not from what distant timethou art ever coming nearer to meet me.Thy sun and stars can never keep ...
I ask for a moment's indulgence to sit by thy side. The works that I have in hand I will ...
You say that father write a lot of books, but what he write I don't understand. He was reading to ...
I know not from what distant time thou art ever coming nearer to meet me. Thy sun and stars can ...
Day after day, O lord of my life, shall I stand before thee face to face. With folded hands, O ...
I ask for a moment's indulgence to sit by thy side. The works that I have in hand I will ...
`Prisoner, tell me, who was it that bound you?' `It was my master,' said the prisoner. `I thought I could ...
Supposing I became a chanpa flower, just for fun, and grew on a branch high up that tree, and shook ...
Over the green and yellow rice-fields sweep the shadows of the autumn clouds followed by the swift-chasing sun. The bees ...
I was walking by the road, I do not know why, when the noonday was past and bamboo branches rustled ...
Mother, the light has grown grey in the sky; I do not know what the time is. There is no ...
No more noisy, loud words from me---such is my master's will. Henceforth I deal in whispers. The speech of my ...
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