Mother, your baby is silly! She is so absurdly childish! <br />She does not know the difference between the lights in the <br />streets and the stars. <br />When we play at eating with pebbles, she thinks they are real <br />food, and tries to put them into her mouth. <br />When I open a book before her and ask her to learn her a, b, <br />c, she tears the leaves with her hands and roars for joy at <br />nothing; this is your baby's way of doing her lesson. <br />When I shake my head at her in anger and scold her and call <br />her naughty, she laughs and thinks it great fun. <br />Everybody knows that father is away, but if in play I call <br />aloud "Father," she looks about her in excitement and thinks that <br />father is near. <br />When I hold my class with the donkeys that our washer man <br />brings to carry away the clothes and I warn her that I am the <br />schoolmaster, she will scream for no reason and call me dada. <br />Your baby wants to catch the moon. She is so funny; she calls <br />Ganesh Ganush. <br />Mother, your baby is silly! She is so absurdly childish!<br /><br />Sir Rabindranath Tagore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/superior-2/
