#IndianWriters #NobelPrize #XIXCentury #XXCentury
The day was when I did not keep m… and entering my heart unbidden eve… unknown to me, my king, thou didst… many a fleeting moment of my life. And today when by chance I light…
Day by day I float my paper boats… In bid black letters I write my n… I hope that someone in some strang… I load my little boats with shiuli… I launch my paper boats and look u…
Light, oh where is the light? Kindle it with the burning fire of… There is the lamp but never a flic… Ah, death were better by far for t… Misery knocks at thy door,
One morning in the flower garden a… I put it round my neck, and tears… I kissed her and said, “You are b… You yourself know not how beautifu…
I know that the day will come when my sight of this earth shall… and life will take its leave in si… drawing the last curtain over my e… Yet stars will watch at night,
If you would have it so, I will e… If it sets your heart aflutter, I… If it suddenly startles you in you… If it confuses you in your flower-… If it makes the water wanton and w…
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…
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…
Do not go, my love, without asking… I have watched all night, and now… I fear lest I lose you when I am… Do not go, my love, without asking… I start up and stretch my hands to…
Who stole sleep from baby’s eyes?… Clasping her pitcher to her waist… from the village near by. It was noon. The children’s playt… the pond were silent.
We are to play the game of death t… The night is black, the clouds in… We have left our bed of dreams, fl… We sit upon a swing, and the storm… My bride starts up with fear and d…
Freedom from fear is the freedom I claim for you my motherland! Fear, the phantom demon, shaped by your own distorted dreams; Freedom from the burden of the ages, bending your head, bre...
I ask for a moment’s indulgence to… that I have in hand I will finish… Away from the sight of thy face my… and my work becomes an endless toi… Today the summer has come at my wi…
I am small because I am a little… as old as my father is. My teacher will come and say, “It… and your books.” I shall tell him, “ Do you not kn…
Traveller, must you go? The night is still and the darknes… The lamps are bright in our balcon… Is the time for your parting come? Traveller, must you go?