Whey are those tears in your eyes, my child?
How horrid of them to be always scolding you for nothing!
You have stained your fingers and face with ink while writing-
is that why they call you dirty?
O, fie! Would they dare to call the full moon dirty because
it has smudged its face with ink?
For every little trifle they blame you, my child. They are
ready to find fault for nothing.
You tore your clothes while playing-is that why they call you
O, fie! What would they call an autumn morning that smiles
through its ragged clouds?
Take no heed of what they say to you, my child.
They make a long list of your misdeeds.
Everybody knows how you love sweet things-is that why they
call you greedy?
O, fie! What then would they call us who love you?
tagore woven this poem from pearls of his childhood memories.-great
Awesome poem . It really good. I will surely show it to my mom and dad. They also so scold me for these things.
childhood of a india had been covered within roughness, criticism, but it keeps growing ignoring all conflicts.
An out standing sublimation of trifle acts of a child with their comparison with nature's marvels and their presentation.
A touching and thought provoking poem. A well expressed poem.
Dont mind the haters. They are going to hate, trying to find something to nitpick
I can extend the very first line into a thesis!
" Whey are those tears in your eyes, my child? " Is it a correct line?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
I feel in the poem 'Defamation' somewhere Tagore is trying to point out Britishers who were ruling India at that point of time. If I am correct then this vindicates that how at that point of time Indians were looked down upon. Everything has vanished now it has become history but what is left behind is the 'ART' which will survive forever...