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, let us imagine we are travelling, and passing through astrange and dangerous country. You are riding in a palanquin and ...
Take back your coins, King's Councillor. I am of those women yousent to the forest shrine to decoy the young ...
Who is obsessed by religionHe is blindHe only kills and gets killed.Even an atheist is blessedBecause he doesn't have the ...
"Where have I come from, where did you pick me up?" the baby askedits mother. She answered, half crying, half laughing, ...
41THE trees,like the longings of the earth,stand a-tiptoe to peep at the heaven.42YOU smiled and talked to me of nothingand ...
81WHAT is this unseen flame of darknesswhose sparks are the stars?82LET life be beautiful like summer flowersand death like autumn ...
71THE woodcutter's axe begged for its handle from the tree.The tree gave it. 72IN my solitude of heartI feel the sigh ...
31THE trees come up to my windowlike the yearning voice of the dumb earth. 32HIS own mornings are new surprises to ...
Leave this chanting and singing and telling of beads!Whom dost thou worship in this lonely dark corner of a temple ...
When the creation was new and all the stars shone in their firstsplendor, the gods held their assembly in the ...
She who ever had remained in the depth of my being,in the twilight of gleams and of glimpses;she who never ...
At midnight the would-be asceticannounced: "This is the time to give up myhome and seek for God. Ah, who hasheld me ...
In the beginning of time, there rose from the churning of God'sdream two women. One is the dancer at the ...
In one salutation to thee, my God,let all my senses spread out and touch this world at thy feet.Like a ...
O woman, you are not merely thehandiwork of God, but also of men;these are ever endowing you withbeauty from their ...
Man goes into the noisy crowdto drown his own clamour of silence.~ Man is immortal; therefore he must die endlessly.For life ...
At midnight the would-be ascetic announced: "This is the time to give up my home and seek for God. Ah, ...
Mother, let us imagine we are travelling, and passing through a strange and dangerous country. You are riding in a ...
Leave this chanting and singing and telling of beads! Whom dost thou worship in this lonely dark corner of a ...
When the creation was new and all the stars shone in their first splendor, the gods held their assembly in ...
In the beginning of time, there rose from the churning of God's dream two women. One is the dancer at ...
Take back your coins, King's Councillor. I am of those women you sent to the forest shrine to decoy the ...
In one salutation to thee, my God, let all my senses spread out and touch this world at thy feet. ...
She who ever had remained in the depth of my being, in the twilight of gleams and of glimpses; she ...
"Where have I come from, where did you pick me up?" the baby asked its mother. She answered, half crying, ...
O woman, you are not merely the handiwork of God, but also of men; these are ever endowing you with ...
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