Chain Of Pearls

Poem By Rabindranath Tagore

Mother, I shall weave a chain of pearls for thy neck
with my tears of sorrow.

The stars have wrought their anklets of light to deck thy feet,
but mine will hang upon thy breast.

Wealth and fame come from thee
and it is for thee to give or to withhold them.
But this my sorrow is absolutely mine own,
and when I bring it to thee as my offering
thou rewardest me with thy grace.

Comments about Chain Of Pearls

I shall weave a chain of pearls for thy neck with my tears of sorrow. - such a really lovely opener and the imagery here was so strong for me. Xx NDS
Breathtaking imagery, ignites the imagination, the opening lines are solid as gold, Tagore professes his love for his mother that is eternally endearing to last a thousand lifetimes. So glad this was chosen as poem of the day
" Mother, I shall weave a chain of pearls for thy neck with my tears of sorrow." Rabindranath Tagore
A good tribute to Mother by the great poet of India!
I never had opportunity to read Ravindranath Tagore's poems. This is my first one. No doubt because of his such Gracious poems he got nobel prize for his book 'Gitanjali'.

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