This page is a part of the world of information site which is maintained by Sourish Dey.

Rabindranath Tagore - one of the greatest poets in the world. He was the first Asian to win the Nobel Prize for literature.

Click here to listen to the tune of the national anthem of India or here to listen to that of Bangladesh. Both of the songs have been written by this great poet.

3 of my favourite poems by the great poet and a brief profile.

A brief profile :-

Bengali poet, novelist, educator. He won the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1913 for his Gitanjali collection of poems. Tagore was awarded the knighthood in 1915, but he surrendered it in 1919 as a protest against the Massacre of Amritsar, where British troops killed some 400 Indian demonstrators protesting colonial laws.

Born in Calcutta on May 7, 1861 in a wealthy and prominent Brahman family. His father was Maharishi Debendranath Tagore, a religious reformer and scholar. His mother Sarada Devi, died when he was very young.

To know more about this great poet visit http://www.itihaas.com/modern/tagore-profile.html

Where The Mind is Without Fear

Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high
Where knowledge is free
Where the world has not been broken up into fragments
By narrow domestic walls
Where words come out from the depth of truth
Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection
Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way
Into the dreary desert sand of dead habit
Where the mind is led forward by thee
Into ever-widening thought and action
Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake

from Rabindranath Tagore's Geetanjali

I seem to have loved you...

I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times,
In life after life, in age after age forever.
My spell-bound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs
That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms
In life after life, in age after age forever.

Whenever I Hear old chronicles of love, its age-old pain,
Its ancient tale of being apart or together,
As I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge
Clad in the light of a pole-star piercing the darkness of time:
You become an image of what is remembered forever.

You and I have floated here on the stream that brings from the fount
At the heart of time love of one for another.
We have played alongside millions of lovers, shared in the same
Shy sweetness of meeting, the same distressful tears of farewell -
Old love, but in shapes that renew and renew forever:

Today it is heaped at your feet, it has found its end in you,
The love of all man's days both past and forever:
Universal joy, universal sorrow, universal life,
The memories of all loves merging with this one of ours -
And the songs of every poet both past and forever

Gitanjali : ( No. 50)

I had gone a-begging from door to door in the

village path when thy golden chariot appeared in

the distance like a gorgeous dream and I wondered

who was the king of all kings!

My hopes rose high and I thought my evil days

were at an end, and I stood for alms to be

given unasked and for wealth scattered on all sides

in the dust.

The chariot stopped where I stood. Thy glance

fell on me and thou camest down with a smile, I felt

that the luck of my life had come at last. Then