![]() ![]() Make them feel Special because you never know when time will take them away from you forever. Rabindranath Tagore 1861 (Kolkata) 1941 (Kolkata) Love. Spend time with every person around you, and help them with whatever you can to make them happy, your families, friends and acquaintances. When you hear I'm gone, you'll find your way to my house to pay condolence but we haven't even spoken in years ![]() To make authentic connections is what makes us human! Indias national anthem Jana Gana Mana Adhinayaka was composed by Rabindranath Tagore on 11 December 1911 and was first sung later in the month on 28 th December at the. 7th May 1861 - never died because he still lives on in our hearts and minds. They seem so much more meaningful in the context of what we have witnessed in the pandemic. Who is the poet of when I am dead your tears will flow Rabindra Nath Tagore. To make thy riches pleasant.I cannot help but share these beautiful lines from Sir Rabindranath Tagore. No, shed no tears For I need them not All I need is your smile. Farewell, farewell My friends I smile and Bid you goodbye. Thou hast neither heat, affection, limb, nor beauty, At the turning of my life I came across Good friends, Friends who stood by me Even when time raced me by. Of palsied eld and when thou art old and rich, Thou hast nor youth nor age,īut, as it were, an after-dinner's sleep,ĭreaming on both for all thy blessed youth Friend hast thou none įor thine own bowels, which do call thee sire,ĭo curse the gout, serpigo, and the rheum,įor ending thee no sooner. Thou bear's thy heavy riches but a journey,Īnd death unloads thee. If thou art rich, thou'rt poor įor, like an ass whose back with ingots bows, Thou art not certain įor thy complexion shifts to strange effects,Īfter the moon. Happy thou art not įor what thou hast not, still thou strivest to get,Īnd what thou hast, forget'st. Thou art not thyself įor thou exist'st on many a thousand grains Thy best of rest is sleep,Īnd that thou oft provokest yet grossly fear'st Thou'rt by no means valiant įor thou dost fear the soft and tender fork ![]() Thou art not noble įor all the accommodations that thou bear'stĪre nursed by baseness. Hourly afflict: merely, thou art death's fool įor him thou labour'st by thy flight to shunĪnd yet runn'st toward him still. 55 Poems About Sisters Sister Poem From Brother. Your tears will flow But I won't know Cry with me now instead You will send flowers, But I won't see Send them now instead You'll say words of praise But I won't hear Praise me now instead You'll forgive my faults, But I won't know.
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