Poetry
What is the theme of the poem Gitanjali [67]?
Rabindranath Tagore - Gitanjali [67]
Thou art the sky and thou art the nest as well.
O thou beautiful, there in the nest it is
thy love that encloses the soul with colours
and sounds and odours.
There comes the morning with the golden
basket in her right hand bearing the wreath of
beauty, silently to crown the earth.
And there comes the evening over the lonely
meadows deserted by herds, through trackless
paths, carrying cool draughts of peace in her
golden pitcher from the western ocean of rest.
But there, where spreads the infinite sky for
the soul to take her flight in, reigns the stainless
white radiance. There is no day nor night, nor
form nor colour, and never, never a word.