Treasure Island

Rabindranath Tagore

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

Farewell


I have got my leave. Bid me farewell, my brothers!
I bow to you all and take my departure.

Here I give back the keys of my door
---and I give up all claims to my house.
I only ask for last kind words from you.

We were neighbors for long,
but I received more than I could give.
Now the day has dawned
and the lamp that lit my dark corner is out.
A summons has come and I am ready for my journey.

Submitted: Thursday, January 01, 2004

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  • Sita Bhola (1/11/2010 7:25:00 AM)

    The journey of life.......placed in a nutshell......very beautiful piece.. (Report) Reply

  • Sai Basu (6/20/2007 11:29:00 AM)

    phenomenal! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! 11 (Report) Reply

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