Superior

Rabindranath Tagore 1861 (Kolkata) – 1941 (Kolkata)



Mother, your baby is silly! She is so absurdly childish!
    She does not know the difference between the lights in the
streets and the stars.
    When we play at eating with pebbles, she thinks they are real
food, and tries to put them into her mouth.
    When I open a book before her and ask her to learn her a, b,
c, she tears the leaves with her hands and roars for joy at
nothing; this is your baby's way of doing her lesson.
    When I shake my head at her in anger and scold her and call
her naughty, she laughs and thinks it great fun.
    Everybody knows that father is away, but if in play I call
aloud "Father," she looks about her in excitement and thinks that
father is near.
    When I hold my class with the donkeys that our washer man
brings to carry away the clothes and I warn her that I am the
schoolmaster, she will scream for no reason and call me dada.
    Your baby wants to catch the moon. She is so funny; she calls
Ganesh Ganush.
    Mother, your baby is silly! She is so absurdly childish!

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Submitted on May 13, 2011

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Scheme AbcdefghihigjkblmaA
Closest metre Iambic hexameter
Characters 1,007
Words 198
Stanzas 1
Stanza Lengths 19

Rabindranath Tagore

Rabindranath Tagore FRAS was an Indian polymath—poet, writer, playwright, composer, philosopher, social reformer and painter. He reshaped Bengali literature and music as well as Indian art with Contextual Modernism in the late 19th and early 20th centuries. more…

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