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Tagore : The Immortal World If people know where my kings palace is, it will disappear into the air. The walls are white silver and the roof is dazzling gold. The queen lives in a palace with seven courtyards; a string of jewels she wears d...
Tagore : The place of exile Mom, the light in the sky is gray; I dont know when it is. I have no fun playing, so I am here. This is Saturday, it is our rest day. Let go of your work, mother; sitting on the side of the window, telling me whe...

Tagore: Rainy days

Tagore : Rainy days The dark clouds quickly gathered on the dark edge of the forest. Child, dont go out! A row of palm trees by the lake hit the head in the dark sky; the feathered crows quietly perched on the branches of the tamarind, and...

Tagore: Paper boat

Tagore : Paper boat I put paper boats one by one in the stream of rapids every day. I wrote my name in big black and the name of the village I live in on a paper boat. I hope that people who live in different places will get this paper boat...

Tagore: Sailor

Tagore : Sailor The boatman Manthus vessel is moored at the Rachiganqi Pier. The ship was uselessly loaded with jute, and it has been a long time to park there. As long as he is willing to lend me his boat, I will install it with a hundred...
Tagore : On the other side I am thirsty to go to the other side of the river. There, some boats are tied to the bamboo poles; In the morning, people crossed the boat by the side, carrying the plowshares on their shoulders, and cultivating t...
Tagore : School of Flowers When Thundercloud rang in the sky and the showers in June fell, The wetting Dongfeng walked through the wilderness and blew the whistle in the bamboo forest. Then a group of flowers suddenly ran out of the unknown...

Tagore: Merchant

Tagore : Merchant Mom, let us imagine that you stay at home, I travel to a foreign country. Imagine that my ship is already full of waiting on the dock. Now, Mom, good life, think about it and tell me what I want to bring to you when I retu...

Tagore: Compassion

Tagore : Compassion If I am just a puppy, not your child, dear mother, when I want to eat something on your plate, do you want to say no to me? You have to drive me away and say to me: Go away, are you naughty puppies? Then, lets go, Mom, l...

Tagore: Occupation

Tagore : Occupation In the morning, when I knocked on the clock, I went to our school along our alley. Every day I met the hawker, and he cried, Bracelet, sparkling bracelet! He has nothing to do urgently. He doesnt have any street to go. H...

Tagore: Seniors

Tagore : Seniors Mom, your child is stupid! She is ridiculously ignorant! She does not know the difference between street lights and stars. When we played the game of making pebbles as food, she thought that they really ate something and wa...

Tagore: Little Adult

Tagore : Little Adult I am very small, because I am a child, and when I am as old as my father, I have to grow bigger. If my husband said, Its late, take your slate, your book. I have to tell him: You dont know if I am as big as my father?...
Tagore : Twelve oclock Mom, I really dont want to do my homework now. I am studying all morning. You said that it is still only twelve oclock. Assume that it will not be twelve oclock later; cant you imagine that it is only twelve oclock in...

Tagore: Writer

Tagore : Writer You said that Dad wrote a lot of books, but I dont know what he wrote. He is reading to you all over the evening, but do you really understand what he means? Mom, the story you told us is really nice! I am very surprised, wh...

Tagore: bad postman

Tagore : bad postman Why are you sitting on the floor over there and telling me, dear mother? The rain came in from the open window, and it was all wet, but you didnt care. Have you heard that the clock has been played four times? It is tim...
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