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"LIFE of my life" from Gitanjali By Bijay Kant Dubey The song number four from Gitanjali, beginning with �Life of my life, I shall ever try to keep my body pure� is similar in thought and idea, reflection and rhyming as the other poems are in this poetical series coming down to us as song offerings. After thanking God for this life, creation and the world, singing the songs himself,

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"THOU hast made me endless" by Tagore By Bijay Kant Dubey Theme of Thou Hast Made Me Endless THOU hast made me endless, such is thy pleasure. This frail vessel thou emptiest again and again, and fillest it ever with fresh life. This little flute of a reed thou hast carried over hills and dales, and hast breathed through it melodies eternally new. At the immortal touch of thy

A Poem-by-poem Study of Gitanjali--I by Bijay Kant Dubey What is that makes Gitanjali really Gitanjali? It is not his novel idea, thought and reflection, but his use of Indian philosophy archetypal and racial, household and commonly that he has used and applied in. It is but Hindu view of life which lies expressed through the lines. The word Gitanjali means the anjali of geets, the

Where The Mind Is Without Fear by Rabindranath Tagore By Bijay Kant Dubey 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 towards perfection; Where the clear stream of

Silent Steps by Rabindranath Tagore By Bijay Kant Dubey Have you not heard his silent steps? He comes, comes, ever comes. Every moment and every age, every day and every night he comes, comes, ever comes. Many a song have I sung in many a mood of mind, but all their notes have always proclaimed, `He comes, comes, ever comes.' In the fragrant days of sunny April through the