On the seashore of endless worlds children meet. <br />The infinite sky is motionless overhead <br />and the restless water is boisterous. <br />On the seashore of endless worlds <br />the children meet with shouts and dances. <br /> <br />They build their houses with sand <br />and they play with empty shells. <br />With withered leaves they weave their boats <br />and smilingly float them on the vast deep. <br />Children have their play on the seashore of worlds. <br /> <br />They know not how to swim, they know not how to cast nets. <br />Pearl fishers dive for pearls, merchants sail in their ships, <br />while children gather pebbles and scatter them again. <br />They seek not for hidden treasures, they know not how to cast nets. <br /> <br />The sea surges up with laughter <br />and pale gleams the smile of the sea beach. <br />Death-dealing waves sing meaningless ballads to the children, <br />even like a mother while rocking her baby's cradle. <br />The sea plays with children, <br />and pale gleams the smile of the sea beach. <br /> <br />On the seashore of endless worlds children meet. <br />Tempest roams in the pathless sky, <br />ships get wrecked in the trackless water, <br />death is abroad and children play. <br />On the seashore of endless worlds is the <br />great meeting of children.<br /><br />Rabindranath Tagore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/seashore/
