Twelve O'Clock Poem by Rabindranath Tagore

Rabindranath Tagore

Rabindranath Tagore

Calcutta (Kolkata), Bengal Presidency / British India

Twelve O'Clock

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Mother, I do want to leave off my lessons now. I have been at my
book all the morning.
You say it is only twelve o'clock. Suppose it isn't any later;
can't you ever think it is afternoon when it is only twelve
o'clock?
I can easily imagine now that the sun has reached the edge of
that rice-field, and the old fisher-woman is gathering herbs for
her supper by the side of the pond.
I can just shut my eyes and think that the shadows are growing
darker under the madar tree, and the water in the pond looks shiny
black.
If twelve o'clock can come in the night, why can't the night
come when it is twelve o'clock?

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Rajesh Thankappan 31 January 2015

A boy tired of study and deprived of fun wishes the night to visit him at noon!

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i''aofff[e9ri 23 November 2020

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Suryendu Chaudhury 08 October 2020

Imagination makes the chronological time subjective and turns day to night and what not.

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Jatin 06 December 2017

Another

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Rod Mendieta 14 December 2016

What difference, truly, between dream and wakefulness? If twelve o'clock can come in the night, why can't the night come when it is twelve o'clock?

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Salma Nasser 18 September 2016

I loved it, it's truly good

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Rabindranath Tagore

Rabindranath Tagore

Calcutta (Kolkata), Bengal Presidency / British India
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