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Born in May 6, 1861 / Died in August 7, 1941 / India / Hindi

Poems by Rabindranath Tagore

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A Moments Indulgence

... and the bees are plying their minstrelsy at the court of the flowering grove ...

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Authorship

... understand. He was reading to you all the evening, but could you really ...

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Baby's Way

... corner of a heart, and it is sweeter far than liberty to be caught ...

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Baby's World

... own world. I know it has stars that talk to him, and a sky that stoops ...

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Beggarly Heart

... When tumultuous work raises its din on all sides shutting me out from ...

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Benediction

... mother's face. He has not learned to despise the dust, and to hanker after ...

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Brink Of Eternity

... I have come to the brink of eternity from which nothing can vanish ...

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Chain Of Pearls

... The stars have wrought their anklets of light to deck thy feet, ...

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Closed Path

... at the last limit of my power,---that the path before me was closed, ...

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Clouds and Waves

... your eyes tight shut, and you will be carried out upon the waves ...

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Colored Toys

... and why waves send their chorus of voices to the heart of the listening earth ...

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Defamation

... untidy? O, fie! What would they call an autumn morning that smiles ...

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Distant Time

... and thy messenger has come within my heart and called me in secret ...

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Dungeon

... I take pride in this great wall, and I plaster it with dust and sand ...

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Endless Time

... Thy centuries follow each other perfecting a small wild flower ...