The Source
The sleep that flits on baby’s eyes-does anybody know from where it comes? Yes, there is a rumour that it has its dwelling where, in the fairy village among shadows… Read more »
Tag Archives: Rabindranath Tagore
Baby’s World
I wish I could take a quiet corner in the heart of my baby’s very own world. I know it has stars that talk to him, and a sky that… Read more »
The Child-Angel
They clamour and fight, they doubt and despair, they know no end to their wrangling. Let your life come amongst them like a flame of light, my child, unflickering and… Read more »
Farewell My Friends
I have got my leave. Bid me farewell, my brothers! I bow to you all and take my departure. Here I give back the keys of my door —and I… Read more »