I KNOW THAT this life, missing its ripeness in love, is not altogether lost. I know that the flowers that fade in the dawn, the streams that strayed in the desert, are not altogether lost. I know that whatever lags behind in this life laden with slowness is not altogether lost. I know that my dreams that are still unfulfilled, and my melodies still unstruck, are clinging to some lute-strings of thine, and they are not altogether lost.
I ONLY SAID, 'When in the evening the round full moon gets entangled among the branches of that Kadam tree, couldn't somebody catch it?' But dada' laughed at me and said, 'Baby, you are the silliest child I have ever known. The moon is ever so far from us, how could anybody catch it?' I said, 'Dada, how foolish you are! When mother looks out of her window and smiles down at us playing, would you call her far away?' Still dada said, 'You are a stupid child! But, baby, where could you find a net big enough to catch the moon with?' I said, 'Surely you could catch it with your hands.' But dada laughed and said, 'You are the silliest child I have known. If it came nearer, you would see how big the moon is.' I said, 'Dada, what nonsense they teach at your school! When mother bends her face down to kiss us does her face look very big?' But still dada says, 'You are a stupid child.'
