The Little Big Man

I am small because I am a little child. I shall be big when I am
as old as my father is.
My teacher will come and say, "It is late, bring your slate
and your books."
I shall tell him, " Do you not know I am as big as father? And
I must not have lessons any more."
My master will wonder and say, "He can leave his books if he
likes, for he is grown up."
I shall dress myself and walk to the fair where the crowd is
My uncle will come rushing up to me and say, "You will get
lost, my boy; let me carry you."
I shall answer, "Can't you see, uncle, I am as big as father?
I must go to the fair alone."
Uncle will say, "Yes, he can go wherever he likes, for he is
grown up."
Mother will come from her bath when I am giving money to my
nurse, for I shall know how to open the box with my key.
Mother will say, "What are you about, naughty child?"
I shall tell her, "Mother, don't you know, I am as big as
father, and I must give silver to my nurse."
Mother will say to herself, "He can give money to whom he
likes, for he is grown up."
In the holiday time in October father will come home and,
thinking that I am still a baby, will bring for me from the town
little shoes and small silken frocks.
I shall say, "Father, give them to my data, for I am as big
as you are."
Father will think and say, "He can buy his own clothes if he
likes, for he is grown up."

by Rabindranath Tagore

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Comments (5)

No commentor gives an interpretation of the work. I was captured by it and felt as an exhausted being shouting to the sky, in pain and enraged, and who had just buried a friend and recalls the sounds of the ID chains and in escapism recalls, the treasures of home. I would like to read other interpretations. This work enthralled me.
Very captive of emotion that is rising as the time goes bye. I like the word use and the rhythm, it captures the feeling that is expressed in the poem, good job!
trully fantastic i only hope one day i will be able to write something so good
The rhythm is fantastic! If you were a girl I would volunteer to hold your hand and be swept up in the march that this rhythm prescribes.You have managed to say it all AND maintain technical perfection. You are talking to someone who appreciates the difficulty of this. Superlative work that entices me to be, if I must be a spectator, at least to be one that is close to the action.In a few lines you create a realistic world. H
Excellent piece, thank you