#IndianWriters #NobelPrize
“Come and hire me,” I cried, whil… Sword in hand, the King came in h… He held my hand and said, “I will… But his power counted for nought,… In the heat of the midday the hous…
The sleep that flits on baby’s eye… it comes? Yes, there is a rumour t… in the fairy village among shadows… glow—worms, there hang two shy bud… comes to kiss baby’s eyes.
Sullen clouds are gathering fast o… forest. O child, do not go out! The palm trees in a row by the lak… against the dismal sky; the crows…
Free me from the bonds of your swe… This mist of heavy incense stifles… Open the doors, make room for the… I am lost in you, wrapped in the f… Free me from your spells, and give…
When the creation was new and all… splendor, the gods held their asse… `Oh, the picture of perfection! th… But one cried of a sudden ——`It seems that somewhere there i…
I found a few old letters of mine carefully hidden in thy box—a few small toys for thy memory to play with. With a timorous heart thou didst try to steal these trifles from the...
Come to my garden walk, my love.… press themselves on your sight. Pa… chance joy, which like a sudden wo… elude. For lover’s gift is shy, it never…
You say that father write a lot of… understand. He was reading to you all the even… make out what he meant? What nice stores, mother, you can…
It is written in the book that Ma… noisy world, to go to the forest s… that the forest hermitage is only… birthplace of flowers and the haun… hooks are waiting there for the th…
Whey are those tears in your eyes,… How horrid of them to be always sc… You have stained your fingers and… is that why they call you dirty? O, fie! Would they dare to call t…
Mother, the light has grown grey i… the time is. There is no fun in my play, so I… Saturday, our holiday. Leave off your work, mother; sit h…
The assembly is over and my servants are all gone. Why do you come at this late hour? When you have finished with others, that is my time. I come to ask what remains for your last serva...
Keep me fully glad with nothing. Only take my hand in your hand. In the gloom of the deepening night take up my heart and play with it as you list. Bind me close to you with nothing. ...
The morning sea of silence broke i… and the flowers were all merry by… and the wealth of gold was scatter… while we busily went on our way an… We sang no glad songs nor played;
Let only that little be left of me whereby I may name thee my all. Let only that little be left of my… whereby I may feel thee on every s… and come to thee in everything,