Sunday, May 8, 2011

A poem by Rabindra Nath Tagore

I wish
I could take a quiet corner in the heart of my baby's very own world.
i know it has stars that talk to him,
and
sky that stoops down to his face to amuse him with his silly clouds
 and rainbows;
Those who make believe to be dumb, and look as if they never could move,
come creeping
 to his window with their stories and trays crowded with bright toys '
I wish i could travel by the road and crosses baby's mind, and out beyond all bounds;
Where messengers run errand for no cause between the kingdoms of kings of no history;
where reasons make kites of her laws and flies them,
The truth sets fact free from its fetters.  

3 comments:

  1. good one

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  2. "daughters are beautiful
    ...
    a daughter is the last friend of a mother, and mother is her first friend"
    अक्षरशः सत्य - हार्दिक शुभकामनाएं

    थोड़ी सी जगह पिता को भी चाहिए - मर्द को भी दर्द होता है

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