Vocation By Rabidranath Tagore

When the gong sounds ten in the morning and I walk to school by ourlane. Every day I meet the hawker crying, "Bangles, crystalbangles!" There is nothing to hurry him on, there is no road he musttake, no place he must go to, no time when he must come home. I wish I were a hawker, spending my day in the road, crying,"Bangles, crystal bangles!" When at four in the afternoon I come back from the school, I can see through the gate of that house the gardener diggingthe ground. He does what he likes with his spade, he soils his clotheswith dust, nobody takes him to task if he gets baked in the sun orgets wet. I wish I were a gardener digging away at the garden withnobody to stop me from digging. Just as it gets dark in the evening and my mother sends me tobed, I can see through my open window the watchman walking up anddown. The lane is dark and lonely, and the street-lamp stands likea giant with one red eye in its head. The watchman swings his lantern and walks with his shadow athis side, and never once goes to bed in his life. I wish I were a watchman walking the streets all night,chasing the shadows with my lantern.

I remember I remember ..........

I remember, I remember,
The house where I was born,
The little window where the sun
Came peeping in at morn;
He never came a wink too soon,
Nor brought too long a day,
But now, I often wish the night
Had borne my breath away!
I remember, I remember,
The roses, red and white,
The violets, and the lily-cups,
Those flowers made of light!
The lilacs where the robin built,
And where my brother set
The laburnum on his birthday, -
The tree is living yet!
I remember, I remember,
Where I was used to swing,
And thought the air must rush as fresh
To swallows on the wing;
My spirit flew in feathers then,
That is so heavy now,
And summer pools could hardly cool
The fever on my brow!
I remember, I remember,
The fir trees dark and high;
I used to think their slender tops
Were close against the sky:
It was a childish ignorance,
But now 'tis little joy
To know I'm farther off from heaven
Than when I was a boy.

Somebody's mother

I feel after reading diz poem everyone would help anybody who are in need
The woman was old and ragged and gray
And bent with the chill of the winter's day.
The street was wet with a recent snowAnd the woman's feet were aged and slow.
She stood at the crossing and waited long,
Alone, uncared for, amid the throngOf human beings who passed her byNor heeded the glance of her anxious eye.
Down the street, with laughter and shout,Glad in the freedom of "school let out,"Came the boys like a flock of sheep,
Hailing the snow piled white and deep.
Past the woman so old and gray
Hastened the children on their wayNor offering a helping hand to herSo meek,
so timid, afraid to stirLest the carriage wheels or the horses' feet
Should crowd her down in the slippery street.
At last came one of the merry troop,
The gayest laddie of all the group.
He paused beside her and whispered low,"I'll help you cross, if you wish to go."Her aged hand on his strong young armShe placed,
and so, without hurt or harm,
He guided the trembling feet along,Proud that his own were firm and strong.
Then back again to his friends he went,
His young heart happy and well content."She's somebody's mother, boys, you know,
For all she's aged and poor and slow."
And I hope some fellow will lend a handTo help my mother, you understand,"If ever she's poor and old and gray,
When her own dear boy is far away."And "somebody's mother" bowed her head
In her home that night, and the prayer she saidWas, "God be kind to the noble boy,Who is somebody's son, and pride and joy!"

My grandfather

I dedicate diz poem to my grandpa
WISH YOU WERE HERE, BUT NOW YOU ARE GONE. WHEN TIMES GOT TOUGH, IT WAS HARD TO CARRY ON. I THINK OF YOUR JOKES, LAUGHS AND SMILES. I CAN REMEMBER WHEN YOU AND I USED TO RIDE FOR MILES. WHEN I WAS SIX YEARS OLD YOU WOULD DRIVE ME TO SCHOOL. I'D THINK GOSH RIDING WITH PAPAW ISN'T THIS COOL. AND OF COURSE WE WOULD ALWAYS STOP AT THE STORE. BUT I ALWAYS WANTED PAPAW TO DRIVE A LITTLE MORE. PAPAW I NOW HAVE FOUR CHILDREN THAT I WISH YOU COULD HAVE SEEN. THEY ARE SOMETHING REALLY SPECIAL AND MAKE A REAL GOOD TEAM. YOU LIT UP MY WORLD AND PUT A LOT OF LOVE IN MY HEART. I STILL FEEL YOU AND I AREN'T VERY FAR APART. BECAUSE I KNOW THAT YOU ARE THE ANGEL THAT WATCHES OVER ME, AFTER ALL THERE IS NO ONE ELSE IN THE WORLD I WOULD RATHER IT BE. I STILL MISS YOU AND WISH YOU WERE HERE, I ONLY HAVE TO THINK OF YOU AND SHED A BIG TEAR. HE HAD TO TAKE YOU HOME SO YOU WOULDN'T SUFFER ANY MORE PAIN. NOW YOU ARE IN HEAVEN AND WE CAN'T SIT ON THE PORCH ANYMORE AND WATCH IT RAIN.

True Friendship

Everyone that flatters thee
Is no friend in misery
Words are easy like the wind
Faithful friends are hard to find
Everyman will be thy friend
whilst thou hast where with to spend
But if store of crowns be scant
No man will supply thy want
He that is thy friend indeed
He will help thee in thy need
If thou sorrow he will weep
If thou awake he cannot sleep
Thus of every grief in heart
He with thee doth bear a part
These are certain signs to know
Faithful friends frm flattering foe