#IndianWriters #NobelPrize #XIXCentury #XXCentury
Kasinath the new young singer fill… The seven notes dance in his throa… His voice is a sharp sword slicing… It darts like lightening —no knowi… He sets deadly traps for himself,…
When the heart is hard and parched… come upon me with a shower of merc… When grace is lost from life, come with a burst of song. When tumultuous work raises its di…
With a glance of your eyes you cou… But for their praises you have no… You could humble at your feet the… But it is your loved ones, unknown… The perfection of your arms would…
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…
In the village they call her the d… but to me she is the flower Krishn… On a cloudy day in a field I saw the dark girl’s dark gazelle… She had no covering on her head,
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.
To the guests that must go bid Go… Take to your bosom with a smile wh… To-day is the festival of phantoms… Let your laughter be but a meaning… Let your life lightly dance on the…
I hold her hands and press her to… I try to fill my arms with her lov… Ah, but, where is it? Who can st… I try to grasp the beauty, it elud… Baffled and weary I come back.
51 YOUR idol is shattered in the du… to prove that God’s dust is greate… your idol. 52
I asked nothing, only stood at the… Languor was still upon the eyes of… The lazy smell of the damp grass h… Under the banyan tree you were mil… And I was standing still.
Who are you, reader, reading my po… I cannot send you one single flowe… Open your doors and look abroad. From your blossoming garden gather… In the joy of your heart may you f…
I wish I could take a quiet corne… own world. I know it has stars that talk to h… down to his face to amuse him with… Those who make believe to be dumb,…
Infinite wealth is not yours, my p… You toil to fill the mouths of you… The gift of gladness that you have… The toys that you make for your ch… You cannot satisfy all our hungry…
Mother, your baby is silly! She i… She does not know the difference b… streets and the stars. When we play at eating with pebble… food, and tries to put them into h…
O woman, you are not merely the ha… Poets are weaving for you a web wi… The sea gives its pearls, the mine… The desire of men's hearts has she… You are one half woman and one hal…