Tagore - Imagery

Gojen R
Roots are the branches down in the earth.
Branches are roots in the air.

Rignor W
The trees like the longings of the earth, stand
a-tiptoe to peep at the heaven.

Suwan C
"We, the rustling leaves, have a voice that answers the
storms, but who are you so silent?"
"I am a mere flower."

Luniva S
I sit at my window this morning where
the world like a passer-by stops for
a moment, nods to me and goes.

Christine L
They throw throw their shadows before them who carry
their lantern on their back.

Rahul D
The sparrow is sorry for the peacock at the
burden of its tail.

Hyeeun C
The woodcutter's axe begged for its handle
from the tree. The tree gave it.

Tanya G,
The hills are like shouts of children who raise their
arms, trying to catch stars.

Akriti P,
What is this unseen flame of darkness whose sparks are
the stars?

Siddharth G,
The bird thinks it is an act of kindness to give the fish
a life in the air.

Yosep L,
The mist, like love, plays upon the heart of the hills and
brings out surprises of beauty.

Aditee O
The birth and death of the leaves are the rapid whirls
of the eddy whose wider circles move slowly among stars.

Aditya S,
The bird wishes it were a
cloud. The cloud wishes
it were a bird.

Tina M,
The world rushes on over the strings of the lingering
heart making the music of sadness.

Zarka S,
The grass seeks her crowd in the earth.
The tree seeks his solitude in the sky.

Nayung C
The stars are not afraid to appear like fireflies.