Treasure Island

Rabindranath Tagore

(7 May 1861 – 7 August 1941 / Calcutta (Kolkata), Bengal Presidency / British India)

Baby's Way


If baby only wanted to, he could fly up to heaven this moment.
It is not for nothing that he does not leave us.
He loves to rest his head on mother's bosom, and cannot ever
bear to lose sight of her.
Baby know all manner of wise words, though few on earth can
understand their meaning.
It is not for nothing that he never wants to speak.
The one thing he wants is to learn mother's words from
mother's lips. That is why he looks so innocent.
Baby had a heap of gold and pearls, yet he came like a beggar
on to this earth.
It is not for nothing he came in such a disguise.
This dear little naked mendicant pretends to be utterly
helpless, so that he may beg for mother's wealth of love.
Baby was so free from every tie in the land of the tiny
crescent moon.
It was not for nothing he gave up his freedom.
He knows that there is room for endless joy in mother's little
corner of a heart, and it is sweeter far than liberty to be caught
and pressed in her dear arms.
Baby never knew how to cry. He dwelt in the land of perfect
bliss.
It is not for nothing he has chosen to shed tears.
Though with the smile of his dear face he draws mother's
yearning heart to him, yet his little cries over tiny troubles
weave the double bond of pity and love.

Submitted: Thursday, January 01, 2004

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  • * Sunprincess * (6/8/2014 9:01:00 PM)

    ........oh this is a sweet and beautiful dedication to all the babies in the world....enjoyed... (Report) Reply

  • Jennifer Brannon (1/30/2014 11:05:00 AM)

    Baby know all manner of wise words, though few on earth can
    understand their meaning....Upon the birth of both my daughters, I felt they knew so much more than they ever let on. As though they were here to teach me. How strange it is that a man that I have virtually nothing in common with, who died years before I was born, could read my heart and mind so accurately. Especially when you consider so few people are able to do so and they are living today! (Report) Reply

  • Dr Tapan Kumar Pradhan (8/25/2013 1:16:00 PM)

    Baby is the Human Soul, which has descended from the Heavens, the realm of serene bliss, to bring joy to this sultry world of many sufferings. Soul is eternally free and unattached. It has unlimited riches of gold and pearl in its heavenly kingdom. The soul can any day detach itself from the bodily cage and go back to its joyful kingdom. But it has chosen to remain in this world, in the lap of Mother Nature, to enact its little mysterious play.... Rabindranath is undoubtedly the greatest poet of modern India. His poetry is spirituality in verse. (Report) Reply

  • Nayana Narayanan (3/12/2005 2:24:00 AM)

    Touched my heart. In fact we all are vulnerable, we all want to be loved. I see the baby as a face of every human being on this earth who loves and wants to be loved (Report) Reply

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