Mother, I shall weave a chain of pearls for thy neck
with my tears of sorrow.
The stars have wrought their anklets of light to deck thy feet,
but mine will hang upon thy breast.
Wealth and fame come from thee
and it is for thee to give or to withhold them.
But this my sorrow is absolutely mine own,
and when I bring it to thee as my offering
thou rewardest me with thy grace.
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Tagore
PoetryTagore is one of my fav poet.. I have tried to compile few of his short poems and present it for you all... Tagore, a native of Kolkata, India, who wrote in Bengali and often translated his own work into English. Rabindranath Tagore won the Nobel Pr...
