The Tale of the Little Ones
Kochbihar, West Bengal
Does the little one stay the same when the birds sing?
She turns into a bird, on a joyful wing.
Her head bears the burden of lessons all day,
Yet dreams of green fields where she can play.
The burden stays heavy, strapped on her back,
While her mind runs free on a playful track.
Birds and fields call her to the sky,
Morning to evening, her heart wants to fly.
"I’ll be a bird, soaring so high,
A deer in the meadow, where I’ll leap and lie.
A fish in the water, swimming carefree,
Escaping routines that keep binding me."
But how can the little one turn into these?
When morning and evening, her mother decrees!