#Indians #IndianWriters #NobelPrize #XIXCentury #XXCentury
Kasinath the new young singer fills the… The seven notes dance in his throat like… His voice is a sharp sword slicing and t… It darts like lightening —no knowing whe… He sets deadly traps for himself, then c…
It was in May. The sultry noon seemed… When I heard from the riverside a voice… I shut my book and opened the window to… I saw a big buffalo with mud-stained hid… I smiled amused and felt a touch of swee…
The night is black and the forest has no… a million people thread it in a million… We have trysts to keep in the darkness,… or with whom– of that we are unaware. But we have this faith– that a lifetime’…
Tired of waiting, you burst your bonds,… the winter had gone. Glimpses of the uns… wayside watch, and you rushed out runnin… jasmines, troops of riotous roses. You were the first to march to the breac…
O mother, the young Prince is to pass b… attend to my work this morning? Show me how to braid up my hair; tell me… Why do you look at me amazed, mother? I know well he will not glance up once a…
I am restless. I am athirst for far-awa… My soul goes out in a longing to touch t… O Great Beyond, O the keen call of thy… I forget, I ever forget, that I have no… I am eager and wakeful, I am a stranger…
My soul is alight with your infinitude of stars. Your world has broken upon me like a flood. The flowers of your garden blossom in my body. The joy of life that is everywhere b...
Child, how happy you are sitting in the… I smile at your play with that little bi… I am busy with my accounts, adding up fi… Perhaps you glance at me and think, “Wh… Child, I have forgotten the art of bein…
Thou hast made me known to friends whom… Thou hast given me seats in homes not my… Thou hast brought the distant near and m… I am uneasy at heart when I have to lea… I forget that there abides the old in th…
I wish I could take a quiet corner in t… own world. I know it has stars that talk to him, an… down to his face to amuse him with its s… Those who make believe to be dumb, and l…
In one salutation to thee, my God, let all my senses spread out and touch t… Like a rain—cloud of July hung low with its burden of unshed showe… let all my mind bend down at thy door in…
Light, oh where is the light? Kindle it with the burning fire of desir… There is the lamp but never a flicker of… Ah, death were better by far for thee! Misery knocks at thy door,
If the day is done, if birds sing no more, if the wind has flagged tired, then draw the veil of darkness thick upo… even as thou hast wrapt the earth with t…
When I bring you coloured toys, my chil… is such a play of colours on clouds, on… painted in tints—when I give coloured to… When I sing to make you dance, I truly… in leaves, and why waves send their chor…
MOTHER, I do want to leave off my les… You say it is only twelve o’clock. Supp… I can easily imagine now that the sun ha… I can just shut my eyes and think that t… If twelve o’clock can come in the night,…