Treasure Island

Rabindranath Tagore

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

Dungeon


He whom I enclose with my name is weeping in this dungeon.
I am ever busy building this wall all around; and as this wall goes up into
the sky day by day I lose sight of my true being in its dark shadow.

I take pride in this great wall, and I plaster it with dust and sand
lest a least hole should be left in this name;
and for all the care I take I lose sight of my true being.

Submitted: Thursday, January 01, 2004

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  • Ula Step (10/26/2013 3:42:00 PM)

    love this poem of Tagore, so beautifully expressed we are lost and don't know who we are if we don't have god in our hearts (Report) Reply

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