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When the gong sounds ten in the morning and I walk to school by our lane,
Every day I meet the hawker crying, “Bangles, crystal bangles!”
There is nothing to hurry him on, there is no road he must take,
no place he must go to, no time when he must come home.
I wish I were a hawker, spending my day in the road, crying, “Bangles, crystal bangles!”
When at four in the afternoon I come back from the school,
I can see through the gate of that house the gardener digging the ground.
He does what he likes with his spade, he soils his clothes with dust,
nobody takes him to task, if he gets baked in the sun or gets wet.
I wish I were a gardener digging away at the garden with nobody to stop me from digging.
Just as it gets dark in the evening and my mother sends me to bed,
I can see through my open window the watchman walking up and down.
The lane is dark and lonely, and the street lamp stands like a giant with one red eye in its head.
The watchman swings his lantern and walks with his shadow at his side,
and never once goes to bed in his life.
I wish I were a watchman walking the street all night,
chasing the shadows with my lantern.
----Rabindranath Tagore
Reference:
National Council of Educational Research and Training (2006). Honeysuckle. Vocation - Rabindranath Tagore (pp. 109-111). Published at the Publication Division by the Secretary, National Council of Educational Research and Training, Sri Aurobindo Marg, New Delhi.
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