By Toru Dutt Love came to Flora asking for a flowerThat would of flowers be undisputed queen,The lily and the rose, long, long had beenRivals for that high honour. Bards of powerHad sung their claims. “The rose can never towerLike the pale lily with her Juno mien”–“But is the lily Read more…
By Toru Dutt LIKE a huge Python, winding round and round The rugged trunk, indented deep with scars, Up to its very summit near the stars, A creeper climbs, in whose embraces bound No other tree could live. But gallantly The giant wears the scarf, and flowers Read more…
By Toru Dutt Three happy children in a darkened room!What do they gaze on with wide-open eyes?A dense, dense forest, where no sunbeam pries,And in its centre a cleared spot.—There bloomGigantic flowers on creepers that embraceTall trees: there, in a quiet lucid lakeThe while swans glide; there, “whirring from the Read more…
By Toru Dutt Savitri is the mythological tale of persistent and virtuous Princess of Madra and wife of Satyavan, who wins back her dead husband’s life from the Lord of Death himself, Yama. Toru Dutt has composed this ballad in five parts. I have published below few turning point point Read more…
By Toru Dutt The following are the main excerpts of Toru Dutt’s poem on Ekalavya, the hunter boy who lived in the forests and learnt archery making an image of Guru Dronacharya. Dronacharya, to keep up his promise to make only Arjuna the greatest archer in the Earth, asks Ekalavya Read more…
By Toru Dutt A sea of foliage girds our garden round,But not a sea of dull unvaried green,Sharp contrasts of all colours here are seen;The light-green graceful tamarinds aboundAmid the mango clumps of green profound,And palms arise, like pillars gray, between;And o’er the quiet pools the seemuls lean,Red,—red, and startling Read more…
By Rabindranath Tagore Why do you sit there on the floor so quiet and silent, tell me,mother dear?The rain is coming in through the open window, making you allwet, and you don’t mind it.Do you hear the gong striking four? It is time for my brotherto come home from school.What Read more…
By Rabindranath Tagore Supposing I became a champa flower, just for fun, and grew on abranch high up that tree, and shook in the wind with laughter anddanced upon the newly budded leaves, would you know me, mother?You would call, “Baby, where are you?” and I should laugh tomyself and Read more…
By Rabindranath Tagore I must launch out my boat.The languid hours pass by on theshore—Alas for me! The spring has done its flowering and taken leave.And now with the burden of faded futile flowers I wait and linger. The waves have become clamorous, and upon the bank in the shady Read more…
By Rabindranath Tagore On the seashore of endless worlds children meet.The infinite sky is motionless overheadand the restless water is boisterous.On the seashore of endless worldsthe children meet with shouts and dances. They build their houses with sandand they play with empty shells.With withered leaves they weave their boatsand smilingly Read more…