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This poem gives us a spiritual essence and makes us realize the strength of the Almighty within each of us.
Rabindranath Tagore (1861-1941) was a #Bengali polymath and a renaissance man of his era. He was born in Kolkata, #India. His novels, stories, songs, dance-dramas, and essays have been an epicenter of wisdom.
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He it is, the innermost one,
who awakens my being with his deep hidden touches.
He it is who puts his enchantment upon these eyes
and joyfully plays on the chords of my heart
in varied cadence of pleasure and pain.
He it is who weaves the web of this maya
in evanescent hues of gold and silver, blue and green,
and lets peep out through the folds his feet,
at whose touch I forget myself.
Days come and ages pass,
and it is ever he who moves my heart in many a name,
in many a guise, in many a rapture of joy and of sorrow.
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This poem gives us a spiritual essence and makes us realize the strength of the Almighty within each of us.
Rabindranath Tagore (1861-1941) was a #Bengali polymath and a renaissance man of his era. He was born in Kolkata, #India. His novels, stories, songs, dance-dramas, and essays have been an epicenter of wisdom.
Voice Over Artist - Supriya Kapoor
VFX Producer - Shravan Shah
Content Producer - Sreejoni Nag
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He it is, the innermost one,
who awakens my being with his deep hidden touches.
He it is who puts his enchantment upon these eyes
and joyfully plays on the chords of my heart
in varied cadence of pleasure and pain.
He it is who weaves the web of this maya
in evanescent hues of gold and silver, blue and green,
and lets peep out through the folds his feet,
at whose touch I forget myself.
Days come and ages pass,
and it is ever he who moves my heart in many a name,
in many a guise, in many a rapture of joy and of sorrow.










