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May 6, 2021 · Remembering Tagore on his 160th birth anniversary today, here we list down some of his timeless poems that continue to resonate his creative charm and are still as relevant.
Poems by Rabindranath Tagore. Rabindranath Tagore [1861-1941] was considered the greatest writer in modern Indian literature. A Bengali poet, novelist, educator, Nobel Laureate for Literature [1913].
Poet and philosopher, Rabindranath Tagore, has left a lasting literary legacy. To celebrate this incredible South Asian figure, DESIblitz looks at some of his best poetic verses.
‘Light, oh where is the light?’ by Rabindranath Tagore is about how important love is if one is trying to maintain a happy life. This poem is an interesting example of Tagore's verse. It is one of his better-known and also one of his most deeply symbolic poems.
Among other influences, Tagore acknowledged three main sources of his literary inspiration: the Vaishnava poets of medieval Bengal and the Bengali folk literature; the classical Indian aesthetic, cultural, and philosophical heritage; and the modern European literary tradition, particularly the work of the English Romantic poets.
Thou hast given me seats in homes not my own. Thou hast brought the distant near and made a brother of the stranger. I am uneasy at heart when I have to leave my accustomed shelter; I forgot that there abides the old in the new, and that there also thou abidest.
Rabindranath Tagore singing Tabu Mone Rekho. Recorded c. 1930–40. Rabindranath Tagore FRAS ( / rəˈbɪndrənɑːt tæˈɡɔːr / ⓘ; pronounced [roˈbindɾonatʰ ˈʈʰakuɾ]; [1] 7 May 1861 [2] – 7 August 1941 [3]) was an Indian poet, writer, playwright, composer, philosopher, social reformer, and painter of the Bengal Renaissance.
During the time of the school, Tagore wrote a vast array of novels, poems, an in-depth history of India, a variety of textbooks, as well as a text on teaching methodologies. Waiting by Rabindranath Tagore
Thou hast given me seats in homes not my own. Thou hast brought the distant near and made a brother of the stranger. I am uneasy at heart when I have to leave my accustomed shelter; I forgot that there abides the old in the new, and that there also thou abidest.
Death-dealing waves sing meaningless ballads to the children, even like a mother while rocking her baby's cradle. The sea plays with children, and pale gleams the smile of the sea-beach. On the seashore of endless worlds children meet.
