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I CANNOT REMEMBER MY MOTHER ~ Rabindranath Tagore

I cannot remember my mother,

only sometime in the midst of my play

a tune seems to hover over my playthings,

the tune of some song that she used to

hum while rocking my cradle.



I cannot remember my mother

but when in the early autumn morning

the smell of the shiuli flowers floats in the air,

the scent of the morning service in the

temple comes to me as the scent of my mother.



I cannot remember my mother

only when from bedroom window

I send my eyes into the blue of the distant sky,

I feel that the stillness of my mother's gaze on my face

has spread all over the sky.


~Rabindranath Tagore

Note : This was one of  the earliest poems I read,loved and cherished. 

Comments

Tulika said…
I am so glad that I read it again after a long time.

It's a lovely read and I do thank you for it..! :)
i am a Bengali..But where as i had read all his short stories,novels,and dramas and letters..i have not read much of his poems...found it here and really enjoyed..thanks..

btw it would be a pleasure if you visit my blog too.Comments and followers are always welcome..
Ria said…
Love this poem. Rabindranath Tagore was a gr8 poet.
Thousif Raza said…
unbeliveably beautiful is all i can say :) great :)


take care and keep writing........
Really nice poem. reminded me of school :) :)
ahan Rabindranath... he has always a magical expression for everything...

and I love shiuli flower... wow.. perfect post for autumn..
Avi said…
Beautiful...thanks for posting.
ANWESA said…
@Tulika,
My pleasure !

@aritra the daydreamer,
:)

P.S. : What does "aritra" mean ?

@Ria,
Yeah,he was.

@Thousif,
:)

@Harini,
Great !

@Daydreamer,
Yes,shiuli is blooming these days.

@Avi,
My pleasure..truly !
sahal shakeer said…
very nice poem
i like it

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