The Little Big Man Poem by Rabindranath Tagore

The Little Big Man Poetry by Rabindranath Tagore

The Little Big Man Poem - Rabindranath Tagore


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 a father? 
And I must not have lessons anymore."
 
My master will wonder and say, 
"He can leave his books if he likes, 
for he is grown up."
 
I shall dress and walk to 
the fair where the crowd is thick.

My uncle would 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 a 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 a 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."

During 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."

Rabindranath Tagore

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