Whey are those tears in your eyes, my child? <br />How horrid of them to be always scolding you for nothing! <br />You have stained your fingers and face with ink while writing- <br />is that why they call you dirty? <br />O, fie! Would they dare to call the full moon dirty because <br />it has smudged its face with ink? <br />For every little trifle they blame you, my child. They are <br />ready to find fault for nothing. <br />You tore your clothes while playing-is that why they call you <br />untidy? <br />O, fie! What would they call an autumn morning that smiles <br />through its ragged clouds? <br />Take no heed of what they say to you, my child. <br />They make a long list of your misdeeds. <br />Everybody knows how you love sweet things-is that why they <br />call you greedy? <br />O, fie! What then would they call us who love you?<br /><br />Sir Rabindranath Tagore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/defamation-2/
