When I bring to you colored toys, my child,
I understand why there is such a play of colors on clouds, on water,
and why flowers are painted in tints
- -when I give colored toys to you, my child.
When I sing to make you dance
I truly now why there is music in leaves,
and why waves send their chorus of voices to the heart of the listening earth
- -when I sing to make you dance.
When I bring sweet things to your greedy hands
I know why there is honey in the cup of the flowers
and why fruits are secretly filled with sweet juice
- -when I bring sweet things to your greedy hands.
When I kiss your face to make you smile, my darling,
I surely understand what pleasure streams from the sky in morning light,
and what delight that is that is which the summer breeze brings to my body
- -when I kiss you to make you smile.
wonderful poem, touched the heart. Thank you Tagoreji for leaving us such great poems
Fantastic poem from one of the greatest poets ever on the innocence of a child and the spontaneity of childhood.
A child is the centre of mother's world. Most wonderful expressions of a child's innocence and mother's love for her child.
i say the poem is not good because rabindranath tagore is not there to see my comments { just a joke i like this poem }
When I bring to you colored toys, my child, I understand why there is such a play of colors on clouds, on water, and why flowers are painted in tints - -when I give colored toys to you, my child. Colors and child and Tagore's imagination. tony
A great poem from a great poet. Very interesting to read. A masterpiece.
A superb extolling to Nature or rather the Almighty......... This shows who wins a nobel prize......In 1913.
When I kiss your face to make you smile, my darling, I surely understand what pleasure streams from the sky in morning light, .......enchanted inscription. Beautiful poem.
When I bring to you colored toys, my child, I understand why there is such a play of colors on clouds, on water, and why flowers are painted in tints - -when I give colored toys to you, my child. the mind of Tagore of India. colours of th emind.. lovely.
What a beautiful poem! I love how Tagore compares the love of a mother to a child with the love our Creator has for us, drawing parallels to the mothers gifts to the child and God's gifts to us.