Stay happy, healthy and safe -137

#CoronaLockdownDay – 137

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Go not to the temple to put flowers upon the feet of God,

first fill your own house with the fragrance of love.

Go not to the temple to light candles before the altar of God,

first remove the darkness of sin from your heart.

Go not to the temple to bow down your head in prayer,

first learn to bow in humility before your fellow men.

Go not to the temple to pray on bended knees,

first bend down to lift someone who is down trodden.

Go not to the temple to ask for forgiveness for your sins,

first forgive from your heart those who have sinned against you.


Rabindranath Tagore

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Stay happy, healthy and safe- 136

A teacher can never truly teach unless he is still learning himself.

A lamp can never light another lamp unless it continues to burn its own flame.

The teacher who has come to the end of his subject,

who has no living traffic with his knowledge

but merely repeats his lesson to his students,

can only load their minds,

he cannot quicken them.



Rabindranath Tagore

नोबल विजेता व भारत के राष्ट्रीय गान के रचनाकार रवीन्द्रनाथ ठाकुर के जयतीं पर !!!

On the death anniversary of Nobel Prize-winning poet and writer of the national anthem of India – Gurudev Rabindranath Tagore.

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If thou speakest not I will fill my heart with thy silence and endure it.
I will keep still and wait like the night with starry vigil
and its head bent low with patience.

The morning will surely come, the darkness will vanish,
and thy voice pour down in golden streams breaking through the sky.

Then thy words will take wing in songs from every one of my birds’ nests,
and thy melodies will break forth in flowers in all my forest groves.



~~Rabindranath Tagore


Stay Happy, Healthy and Safe -85

Where the mind is without fear
and the head is held high,
where knowledge is free.
Where the world has not been broken up into fragments by narrow domestic walls.
Where words come out from the depth of truth,
where tireless striving stretches its arms toward perfection.
Where the clear stream of reason has not lost it’s way
into the dreary desert sand of dead habit.
Where the mind is led forward by thee
into ever widening thought and action.
In to that heaven of freedom, my father,


Rabindranath Tagore

Rabindranath Tagore, Gitanjali