Colored Toys

Poem By Rabindranath Tagore

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.

Comments about Colored Toys

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.
Amazing poetry of the great Tagore. All words are as brilliant and touching as the heart and soul of the great poet Tagore.he is well read, well bred, and very educated by his father in many many important subjects which underline life. About astronomy too. CONGRATULATIONS to the family of the late great poet Tagore. CLASSIC POEM OF THE DAY! Marvelous!


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