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Why do you sit there on the floor so quiet and silent, tell me,mother dear? The rain is coming in through the open window, making you allwet, and you don’t mind it. Do you hear the gong striking four? It…
Ah, who was it coloured that little frock, my child, and coveredyour sweet limbs with that little red tunic? You have come out in the morning to play in the courtyard,tottering and tumbling as you run. But who was it…
The tame bird was in a cage, the free bird was in the forest. They met when the time came, it was a decree of fate. The free bird cries, “O my love, let us fly to the wood.” The…
The sun of the first dayPut the questionTo the new manifestation of life—Who are you?There was no answer.Years passed by. The last sun of the last dayUttered the questionon the shore of the western seaIn the hush of evening—Who are…
The sleep that flits on baby’s eyes-does anybody know from whereit comes? Yes, there is a rumour that it has its dwelling where,in the fairy village among shadows of the forest dimly lit withglow-worms, there hang two shy buds of…
The boat of the boatman Madhu is moored at the wharf of Rajgunj. It is uselessly laden with jute, and has been lying there idlefor ever so long. If he would only lend me his boat, I should man her…
The night was dark when she went away, and the slept. The night is dark now, and I call for her, “Come back, mydarling; the world is asleep; and no one would know, if you camefor a moment while stars…
Sullen clouds are gathering fast over the black fringe of theforest. O child, do not go out! The palm trees in a row by the lake are smiting their headsagainst the dismal sky; the crows with their dragged wings aresilent…
Are you a mere portraitDrawn on a canvas?Those distant galaxiesWhich crowd the skiesAnd travel day and nightThrough darkness with their candlesThe planets, the sun and the starsAren’t you real like themO you portraitAre you a mere portrait? Here everything movesIn…
In rainy daysWhen it rains in pattering soundsI cannot tell how I feelSo bewildered is my mind.It seems as if someone has leftAfter calling and callingAnd knocking at my door at nightWhen in rainy daysIt rains in pattering sounds.Be kind…