#IndianWriters #NobelPrize #XIXCentury #XXCentury
Life is given to us, we earn it by giving it. Let the dead have the immortality… but the living the immortality of… Life’s errors cry for the merciful…
Dying, you have left behind you th… in my life. You have painted my th… colours of your departure, leaving… earth to love’s heaven. Clasped in… united in me in a marriage bond.
To the guests that must go bid Go… Take to your bosom with a smile wh… To-day is the festival of phantoms… Let your laughter be but a meaning… Let your life lightly dance on the…
Are you a mere picture, and not as… this dust? They throb with the pul… immensely aloof in your stillness,… The day was when you walked with m… limbs singing of life. My world fo…
I am like a remnant of a cloud of… uselessly roaming in the sky, O my… Thy touch has not yet melted my va… making me one with thy light, and thus I count months and years…
The day is not yet done, the fair… I had feared that my time had been… But no, my brother, I have still… The selling and buying are over. All the dues on both sides have be…
Take back your coins, King’s Coun… sent to the forest shrine to decoy… seen a women. I failed in your bid… Dimly day was breaking when the he… the stream, his tawny locks crowde…
We both live in the same village a… The yellow bird sings in their tre… Her pair of pet lambs come to graz… If they stray into our barley fiel… The name of our village is Khanju…
Time is endless in thy hands, my l… There is none to count thy minutes… Days and nights pass and ages bloo… Thou knowest how to wait. Thy centuries follow each other pe…
Day after day, O lord of my life, shall I stand before thee face to… With folded hands, O lord of all… shall I stand before thee face to… Under thy great sky in solitude an…
When the gong sounds ten in the mo… lane. Every day I meet the hawker cryin… bangles!” There is nothing to hurry him on,…
In one salutation to thee, my God… let all my senses spread out and t… Like a rain—cloud of July hung low with its burden of unshed… let all my mind bend down at thy d…
11 SOME unseen fingers, like idle b… are playing upon my heart the musi… 12 ‘WHAT language is thine, O sea?’
She is near to my heart as the mea… sweet to me as sleep is to tired l… flowing in its fullness, like a ri… serene abandonment. My songs are o… of a stream, that sings with all i…
This is my prayer to thee, my lord… strike at the root of penury in my… Give me the strength lightly to be… Give me the strength to make my lo… Give me the strength never to diso…