Toru Dutt

(4 March 1856 - 30 August 1877 / Calcutta / British India)

My Vocation - Poem by Toru Dutt

A waif on this earth,
Sick, ugly and small,
Contemned from my birth
And rejected by all,
From my lips broke
Where - oh where shall I fly?
Who comfort will bring?
Sing, - said God in reply,
Chant poor little thing.


Life struck me with fright -
Full of chances and pain,
So I hugged with delight
The drudge's hard chain;
One must eat, - yet I die,
Like a bird with clipped wing,
Sing - said God in reply,
Chant poor little thing.


Love cheered for a while
My morn with his ray,
But like a ripple or smile
My youth passed away.
Now near Beauty I sigh,
But fled is the spring!
Sing - said God in reply,
Chant poor little thing.


All men have a task,
And to sing is my lot -
No meed from men I ask
But one kindly thought.
My vocation is high -
'Mid the glasses that ring,
Still - still comes that reply,
Chant poor little thing.


Comments about My Vocation by Toru Dutt

  • Manonton Dalan (1/20/2016 4:33:00 PM)

    I wonder what was she
    chanting? ? ? ? ? ? ? (Report) Reply

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  • Susan Williams Susan Williams (1/20/2016 2:25:00 PM)

    This poet died when he was 21? His life was so brief to carry such a huge talent. This poem touched me as I think it will touch many readers. It is simple- it is a plea for a little touch of glory in our lives- -it is a piece of comfort for a large heartache- my gosh, but I like this little simple heartbreaking poem. (Report) Reply

  • * Sunprincess * (1/20/2016 8:25:00 AM)

    .....a wonderful message...i wish their were more poems
    in this collection ★ (Report) Reply

  • Ratnakar Mandlik (1/20/2016 5:33:00 AM)

    But like a ripple or smile
    My youth passed away
    Now near beauty I sigh
    But fled is the spring
    Very lovable diction. Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, September 2, 2010



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