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RANDOM FREE POEM OF THE MOMENT.
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Lord of my Life |
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Spiritual/ Religious Poems |
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| Poets name: |
Rabindranath Tagore |
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| Poet Biography: |
Rabindranath Tagore (1861-1941) is regarded as the greatest writer in modern Indian literature. He won the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1913 and two years later he was awarded the knighthood. However he "handed it back" in 1919 as a protest against the Massacre of Amritsar, where British troops killed some 400 Indian demonstrators |
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Thou who art the innermost Spirit of my being,
art thou pleased, Lord of my Life?
For I give to thee my cup filled with all
the pain and delight that the crushed
grapes of my heart had surrendered,
I wove with rhythm of colors and song cover for thy bed,
And with the molten gold of my desires
I fashioned playthings for thy passing hours.
I know not why thou chosest me for thy partner,
Lord of my life.
Didst thou store my days and nights,
my deeds and dreams for the alchemy of thy art,
and string in the chain of thy music my songs of autumn and spring,
and gather the flowers from my mature moments for thy crown?
I see thine eyes gazing at the dark of my heart,
Lord of my life,
I wonder if my failure and wrongs are forgiven.
For many were my days without service
and nights of forgetfulness; futile were the flowers
that faded in the shade not offered to thee.
Often the tied strings of my lute slackened
at the strains of thy tunes.
And often at the ruin of wasted hours
my desolate evenings were filled with tears.
But have my days come to their end at last,
Lord of my life, while my arms round thee
grow limp, my kisses losing their truth?
Then break up the meeting of this languid day!
Renew the old in me in fresh forms of delight;
and let the wedding come once again in
a new ceremony of life. |