#IndianWriters #NobelPrize
Bless this little heart, this whit… heaven for our earth. He loves the light of the sun, he… mother’s face. He has not learned to despise the…
I seem to have loved you in number… In life after life, in age after a… My spellbound heart has made and r… That you take as a gift, wear roun… In life after life, in age after a…
Ah, these jasmines, these white ja… I seem to remember the first day w… these jasmines, these white jasmin… I have loved the sunlight, the sky… I have heard the liquid murmur of…
It was mid-day when you went away. The sun was strong in the sky. I had done my work and sat alone o… Fitful gusts came winnowing throug… The doves cooed tireless in the sh…
Child, how happy you are sitting i… I smile at your play with that lit… I am busy with my accounts, adding… Perhaps you glance at me and think… Child, I have forgotten the art o…
I have got my leave. Bid me farew… I bow to you all and take my depar… Here I give back the keys of my d… ——and I give up all claims to my h… I only ask for last kind words fro…
The workman and his wife from the west country are busy digging to make bricks for the kiln. Their little daughter goes to the landing-place by the river; there she has no end of scouri...
With days of hard travail I raise… I forgot all else, I shunned all… It was always night inside, and li… The ceaseless smoke of incense wou… Sleepless, I carved on the walls…
I long to go over there to the fur… Where those boats are tied to the… Where men cross over in their boat… ploughs on their shoulders to till… Where the cowherds make their lowi…
You walked by the riverside path w… Why did you swiftly turn your face… That gleaming look from the dark c… It came to me like the bird of the… You are hidden as a star behind th…
The time that my journey takes is… I came out on the chariot of the f… voyage through the wildernesses of… It is the most distant course that… and that training is the most intr…
I shall gladly suffer the pride of… if only in some happy future I am… forest. The herd—boy who grazes his cattle… tree, and idly weaves gunja flower…
Reverend sir, forgive this pair of sinners. Spring winds to-day are blowing in wild eddies, driving dust and dead leaves away, For we have made truce with death for once, and only for...
When the gong sounds ten in the mo… lane. Every day I meet the hawker cryin… bangles!” There is nothing to hurry him on,…
Deliverance is not for me in renun… I feel the embrace of freedom in a… Thou ever pourest for me the fresh… colours and fragrance, filling thi… My world will light its hundred di…