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Literary Review
Sunday
Tell me mother:
The weekdays come so fast and thick—
Have they a car to reach so quick?
But why does Sunday take so long,
Behind the others trudging on?
Has she the farthest skies to cross?
Is her home as poor as yours?
Tell me mother:
The weekdays are an unkind lot:
To go back home they have no thought.
But why is Sunday so pursued
That she stays half the time she should?
Must she go back to do her chores?
Is her home as poor as yours?
Tell me mother:
The weekdays come with such long faces,
No child can stand such airs and graces.
But when at weekends I get up,
There's Sunday with her face lit up.
She starts to cry when back she goes:
Is her home as poor as yours?
Selected Writings for Children, Rabindranath Tagore, The Oxford Tagore Translations Series, edited with an introduction and notes by Sukanta Chaudhuri, OUP, p.261, hardback, Rs. 495.
(Translated by Sukhendu Ray)
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