Rabindranath Tagore

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

Journey Home - Poem by Rabindranath Tagore

The time that my journey takes is long and the way of it long.

I came out on the chariot of the first gleam of light, and pursued my
voyage through the wildernesses of worlds leaving my track on many a star and planet.

It is the most distant course that comes nearest to thyself,
and that training is the most intricate which leads to the utter simplicity of a tune.

The traveler has to knock at every alien door to come to his own,
and one has to wander through all the outer worlds to reach the innermost shrine at the end.

My eyes strayed far and wide before I shut them and said `Here art thou!'

The question and the cry `Oh, where?' melt into tears of a thousand
streams and deluge the world with the flood of the assurance `I am!'


Comments about Journey Home by Rabindranath Tagore

  • Gold Star - 18,294 Points Ramesh Rai (3/23/2014 10:02:00 PM)

    We all are the traveller of the eternal journey. And
    The traveler has to knock at every
    alien door to come to his own,
    and one has to wander through all
    the outer worlds to reach the
    innermost shrine at the end. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004



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