Rabindranath Tagore

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

Comments about Rabindranath Tagore

  • Rookie Govind Yadav (8/15/2011 11:29:00 PM)

    He was true man

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  • Rookie - 0 Points Saugata Majumder (6/30/2010 7:27:00 AM)

    It is impossible to hold the 'Sky'.
    It is impossible to describe 'Mind'
    It is impossible to find the light when you are blind.

    I can't describe my Lord. I have no right to describe him. I jus feel his words.

  • Rookie - 291 Points p.a. noushad (7/11/2008 4:42:00 AM)

    I feel a mystic touch, a deep insight of life and anerration of mind in your poems, good works.

  • Rookie - 5 Points Vikram Aarella - The Poem Shooter (5/18/2006 1:59:00 PM)

    A true master of poetry, deserved the prizes he got, but there are some words in his biography which probabaly was not necessary.

  • Rookie Nagamuthu Osho (8/7/2005 10:38:00 AM)

    Hail! Mentor, Savant, Saint of Words,

    The pleasure and treasure flowing, growing in your Art!
    Brings nourishment to thine divine Heart;
    It is the lilt, Divine had endowed 'tis spiritual Soul,
    Who showers, powers, flowers, an endless bower of abyss love to solace.
    It is the rare, pure Soul, which manifest thro' throne of celestial:
    The emblem, and ember of emnating radiance towards the rejuneval.
    Love of divine wave, gave those wonderful, mystical, musical charms.
    Let those immaculate words of the Poet, pours sublime chimes.

  • Rookie Ash Mandle (5/16/2005 6:33:00 AM)

    I am too small a fry to comment on such a great poet on the earth

Best Poem of Rabindranath Tagore

Where The Mind Is Without Fear

Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high
Where knowledge is free
Where the world has not been broken up into fragments
By narrow domestic walls
Where words come out from the depth of truth
Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection
Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way
Into the dreary desert sand of dead habit
Where the mind is led forward by thee
Into ever-widening thought and action
Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake

Read the full of Where The Mind Is Without Fear

The Gardener Iv: Ah Me

Ah me, why did they build my
house by the road to the market
town?
They moor their laden boats near
my trees.
They come and go and wander at
their will.
I sit and watch them; my time
wears on.

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