I ask for a moment's indulgence to sit by thy side. The works
that I have in hand I will finish afterwards.
Away from the sight of thy face my heart knows no rest nor respite,
and my work becomes an endless toil in a shoreless sea of toil.
Today the summer has come at my window with its sighs and murmurs; and
the bees are plying their minstrelsy at the court of the flowering grove.
Now it is time to sit quite, face to face with thee, and to sing
dedication of life in this silent and overflowing leisure.
written by Rabindranath Tagore, published on Sun 11.08.2009 at 19:59
It was mid-day when you went
The sun was strong in the sky.
I had done my work and sat alone
written by Rabindranath Tagore, published on Sat 10.10.2009 at 15:15
On the day when the lotus bloomed, alas, my mind was straying,Read poem...
written by Rabindranath Tagore, published on Fri 10.09.2009 at 04:33
Then finish the last song and let us
Forget this night when the night is
Whom do I try to clasp in my
written by Rabindranath Tagore, published on Tue 09.29.2009 at 14:32
Do not go, my love, without asking
I have watched all night, and now
my eyes are heavy with sleep.
written by Rabindranath Tagore, published on Mon 09.28.2009 at 09:35
When the gong sounds ten in the morning and I walk to school by our
Every day I meet the hawker crying, "Bangles, crystal