![]() On the seashore of endless worlds is the great meeting of children.In India, the Sanskrit word ‘Kavi’ is generally accepted as denoting a poet, but the word, correctly interpreted, does not mean a person who, having been endowed with high powers of imagination and expression, is purely and simply a writer in verse, it means a seer, an enlightened and wise person, And Rabindra Nath Tagore was much more than a mere versifier having high powers of imagination and expression he was a ‘Kavi’ in the strictest sense of the term. Tempest roams in the pathless sky, ships are wrecked in the trackless water, death is abroad and children play. On the seashore of endless worlds children meet. The sea plays with children, and pale gleams the smile of the sea-beach. Death-dealing waves sing meaningless ballads to the children, even like a mother while rocking her baby’s cradle. The sea surges up with laughter, and pale gleams the smile of the sea-beach. They seek not for hidden treasures, they know not how to cast nets. Pearl-fishers dive for pearls, merchants sail in their ships, while children gather pebbles and scatter them again. They know not how to swim, they know not how to cast nets. Children have their play on the seashore of worlds. With withered leaves they weave their boats and smilingly float them on the vast deep. They build their houses with sand, and they play with empty shells. On the seashore of endless worlds the children meet with shouts and dances. The infinite sky is motionless overhead and the restless water is boisterous. “In my heart is my lord, one with me,” said the woman. When the month was scarcely over, her neighbours came to her, asking, “Woman, have you found your husband?” Tulsidas came to her every day and gave her high thoughts to think, till her heart was filled to the brim with divine love. Before the month is over you will find your husband.” Tulsidas smiled and said to her, “Go back to your home, my child. “For heaven I do not long,” said the woman. ![]() “Is not this earth also His who made heaven?” “Why such hurry, my daughter?” asked Tulsidas. She rose as she saw him, bowed to him, and said, “Permit me, Master, with your blessing, to follow my husband to heaven.” He found a woman sitting at the feet of the corpse of her dead husband, gaily dressed as for a wedding. Tulsidas, the poet, was wandering, deep in thought, by the Ganges, in that lonely spot where they burn their dead. Rabindranath Tagore Poems On Nature “Last Curtain” Let me ever feel that I have not invited thee to my house When my rooms have been decked out and the flutes sound Let me ever feel that the long journey is still before me When I sit by the roadside, tired and panting, Let me ever feel that I have gained nothing Let me carry the pangs of this sorrow in my dreamsĪs my days pass in the crowded market of this worldĪnd my hands grow full with the daily profits, Then let me ever feel that I have missed thy sight If it is not my portion to meet thee in this life Rabindranath Tagore Poems Where The Mind Is Without Fear We provide all Rabindranath Tagore Poem In Hindi and English. Rabindranath Tagore was the biggest poet of Bengal. ![]() Rabindranath Tagore writes his poetry Like Rabindranath Tagore Poems In English, Rabindranath Tagore Poems In Hindi, Rabindranath Tagore Poems In Bengali He also writes his poetry on Like Rabindranath Tagore Poems On Love, Rabindranath Tagore Poems On Nature, Rabindranath Tagore On Education etc. ![]() Gitanjali (Bengali: গীতাঞ্জলি ) is Tagore’s most well-known number of poetry. Tagore started his profession in a nutshell story-when he was just sixteen-with “Bhikharini” ( “The Beggar Woman”). The writer of Gitanjali and also it is “profoundly sensitive, pure and also lovely verse”, he grew to become in 1913 the initially non-European to gain the Nobel Prize in Literature. who reshaped Bengali literary works and also songs, along with Indian talent with Contextual Modernism. Rabindranath Tagore perfectly written Ravīndranātha Ṭhākura was a Bengali Poet. ![]()
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