Fool

Poem By Rabindranath Tagore

O Fool, try to carry thyself upon thy own shoulders!
O beggar, to come beg at thy own door!

Leave all thy burdens on his hands who can bear all,
and never look behind in regret.

Thy desire at once puts out the light from the lamp it touches with its breath.
It is unholy---take not thy gifts through its unclean hands.
Accept only what is offered by sacred love.

Comments about Fool

Satire in this poem makes it very wise words.
It is unholy- -take not thy gifts through its unclean hands. Accept only what is offered by sacred love.
It is unholy- -take not thy gifts through its unclean hands. Accept only what is offered by sacred love.
Is everyone fool like that. If a man is not fool like that, he is really fool.


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