When storm-clouds rumble in the sky and June showers come down.
The moist east wind comes marching over the heath to blow its
bagpipes among the bamboos.
Then crowds of flowers come out of a sudden, from nobody knows
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Wise words with great imageries: When the rain come they have their holidays. Branches clash together in the forest, and the leaves rustle in the wild wind, the thunder-clouds clap their giant hands and the flower children rush out in dresses of pink and yellow and white. Do you know, mother, their home is in the sky, where the stars are.
Haven't you see how eager they are to get there? Don't you know why they are in such a hurry? Of course, I can guess to whom they raise their arms; they have their mother as I have my own. great poet, great write great 10+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
wonderfully said- Mother, I really think the flowers go to school underground........../// beautiful expression
It is a very awesome poem because it is written based on a beautiful topic
Rabindranath lived in the heyday of British India. He saw all the myriads of tropical seasonal and perennial flowers. He used to spend his summers in hills of Darjeeling and there he saw all the European flowers. Indians and Bangladeshis swoon to the lyrics of his flower songs.
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A story of mother nature and the great power of motherhood and poem created by the great poet Gurudev Tagore.
A story of mother nature and the great power of motherhood and poem created by the great poet Gurudev Tagore.
In Bengal, in the month of May-June, seasonal storms often come in the afternoon with high speed of ghastly wind and thunder clouds arousing fear in the mind of a toddler when he considers his mother's lap is the safest place. Here the poet identifies the mother- nature as the universal lap of all the plants.
Capturing the lyrical quality of Tagore’s poetry, ‘The Flower-School’ imaginatively looks at budding flowers and their journey though life. In an enchantingly child-like manner, the speaker engages in a conversation with his mother or Mother Earth herself and describes the sights and sounds of the monsoons. The poet gives the flowers a life and personality all of their own. Their charm and colour make the poet believe they are just like lively school children who when kept indoors for far too long, break free at the first opportunity. The frank and earnest conversation with his ‘mother’ is characteristic of Tagore’s poetry. The poet feels that just as he is comforted by the security of his mother’s presence, the flowers too long for their mother and reach out to the skies where she resides. She represents the universal mother with whom he can share his deepest thoughts and feelings. She embodies love, safety and eternity. He knows the need for a mother is natural and spontaneous, as experienced by all of Nature’s creations!
Ravindra bhai ko mera.........