Closed Path

Poem By Rabindranath Tagore

I thought that my voyage had come to its end
at the last limit of my power,---that the path before me was closed,
that provisions were exhausted
and the time come to take shelter in a silent obscurity.

But I find that thy will knows no end in me.
And when old words die out on the tongue,
new melodies break forth from the heart;
and where the old tracks are lost,
new country is revealed with its wonders.

Comments about Closed Path

new melodies break forth from the heart; and where the old tracks are lost, new country is revealed with its wonders.
Change is must. A beautiful poem based on philosophy is well executed by a great poet
the poetic voyage has no end the greatest master poet knew it that's why wrote- But I find that thy will knows no end in me. And when old words die out on the tongue, .....///
Brilliant poem. No words can sketch the beauty of this poem.
Very good.......


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