Rabindranath Tagore

(7 May 1861 – 7 August 1941 / Calcutta (Kolkata), Bengal Presidency / British India)

Chain Of Pearls


Mother, I shall weave a chain of pearls for thy neck
with my tears of sorrow.

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  • * Sunprincess * (6/8/2014 8:42:00 PM)

    ........could imagine he was feeling sorrow for his mother passing away.....so he places a chain of pearls around her neck....fashioned from his sorrow......beautiful poem.... (Report) Reply

  • Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (4/23/2014 9:48:00 AM)

    Human being trying to make itself wholly perfect and beautiful with truthful and dedicated life is a wonderful thing to imagine. Here the gurudev Rabindranatha Tagore writes about his offering of pearl chain which made by the tears as the pearl and submits himself to the allmighty. Wonderfully written. (Report) Reply

  • D. S. (4/12/2013 2:49:00 AM)

    But this my sorrow is absolutely mine own- Rabindranath Tagore

    All happy families are alike but an unhappy family is unhappy after its own fashion- Leo Tolstoy (Report) Reply

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