Rabindranath Tagore Nobel Prize Winner Brith Day - Poem
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Wishing Happy Birthday to one of the most renowned Poet, Visual artist, Play writer, Novelist, Educationist, Social reformer, Nationalist, Business-manager and Composer whose works were reshaped from Bengali literature and Music in the late 19th and early 20th centuries.
Tagore had early success as a writer in his native Bengal. With his translations of some of his poems he became rapidly known in the West. In fact his fame attained a
luminous height, taking him across continents on lecture tours and tours of friendship. For the world he became the voice of India's spiritual heritage; and for India, especially for Bengal, he became a great living institution.
"because of his profoundly sensitive, fresh and beautiful verse, by which, with consummate skill, he has made his poetic thought, expressed in his own English words, a part of the literature of the West"
One of his Poem
"Thou hast made me endless, such is thy pleasure. This
frail vessel thou emptiest again and again, and fillest it ever with
fresh life.
This little flute of a reed thou hast carried over hills and dales, and
hast breathed through it melodies eternally new.
At the immortal touch of thy hands my little heart loses its limits in
joy and gives birth to utterance ineffable.
Thy infinite gifts come to me only on these very small hands of mine.
Ages pass, and still thou pourest, and still there is room to fill."
- Every Day is Mother's Day to me
Every day is Mothers Day to me... God says,
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