The butterfly counts not months but moments,
and has time enough.

Time is a wealth of change,
but the clock in its parody makes it mere change and no wealth.

Let your life lightly dance on the edges of Time
like dew on the tip of a leaf.

(C) Rabindranath Tagore
03/06/2017


Best Poems of Rabindranath Tagore

• My Friend
• The Gardener Xxxiv: Do Not Go, My Love
• Parting Words
• The Gardener Xiv: I Was Walking By The Road
• Poems On Beauty
• Sleep
• Let Me Not Forget
• Waiting
• On The Seashore
• The Hero
• Stream Of Life
• She
• Colored Toys
• Poems On Life
• Brahmā, Vişņu, Śiva
• Death
• Lost Time
• Chain Of Pearls