SUPPOSING I became a champa flower, just for fun, and grew on a branch high up that tree, and shook in the wind with laughter and danced upon the newly budded leaves, would you know me, mother?
You would call, 'Baby, where are you?' and I should laugh to myself and keep quite quiet.
I should slyly open my petals and watch you at your work.
When after your bath, with wet hair spread on your shoulders, you walked through the shadow of the champa tree to the little court where you say your prayers, you would notice the scent of the flower, but not know that it came from me.
When after the midday meal you sat at the window reading Ramayana, and the tree's shadow fell over your hair and your lap, I should fling my wee little shadow on to the page of your book, just where you were reading.
But would you guess that it was the tiny shadow of your little child?
When in the evening you went to the cowshed with the lighted lamp in your hand, I should suddenly drop on to the earth again and be your own baby once more, and beg you to tell me a story.
'Where have you been, you naughty child? '
'I won't tell you, mother. ' That's what you and I would say then.

SANATAN WAS telling his beads by the Ganges when a Brahmin in rags came to him and said, 'Help me, I am poor!'
'My alms-bowl is all that is my own,' said Sanatan, 1 have given away everything I had.'
'But my lord Shiva came to me in my dreams,' said the Brahmin, 'and counselled me to come to you.'
Sanatan suddenly remembered he had picked up a stone without price among .the pebbles on the river-bank, and thinking that some one might need it hid it in the sands.
He pointed out the spot to the Brahmin, who wondering dug up the
stone.
The Brahmin sat on the earth and mused alone till the sun went down behind the trees, and cowherds went home with their cattle.
Then he rose and came slowly to Sanatan and said, 'Master, give me the least fraction of the wealth that disdains all the wealth of the world.'
And he threw the precious stone into the water.

গাড়িতে মদের পিপে     ছিল তেরো-চোদ্দো,
এঞ্জিনে জল দিতে      দিল ভুলে মদ্য।
চাকাগুলো ধেয়ে করে   ধানখেত-ধ্বংসন,
বাঁশি ডাকে কেঁদে কেঁদে    'কোথা কানু জংশন'--
            ট্রেন করে মাতলামি        নেহাত অবোধ্য,
          সাবধান করে দিতে     কবি লেখে পদ্য।