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Book: The Crescent Moon

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  • Playthings
    Child, how happy you are sitting in the dust, playing with a broken twig all the morning.
    I smile at your play with that little bit of a broken twig.
    8 lines
  • The Last Bargain
    "Come and hire me," I cried, while in the morning I was walking on the stone-paved road.
    Sword in hand, the King came in his chariot.
    16 lines
  • The Gift
    I want to give you something, my child, for we are drifting in the
    stream of the world.
    14 lines, 1 comment
  • The Banyan Tree
    O you shaggy-headed banyan tree standing on the bank of the pond,
    have you forgotten the little chile, like the birds that have
    15 lines, 2 comments
  • The Source
    The sleep that flits on baby's eyes-does anybody know from where
    it comes? Yes, there is a rumour that it has its dwelling where,
    16 lines
  • The Sailor
    The boat of the boatman Madhu is moored at the wharf of Rajgunj.
    It is uselessly laden with jute, and has been lying there idle
    24 lines
  • The Child-Angel
    They clamour and fight, they doubt and despair, they know no end
    to their wrangling.
    15 lines
  • Sympathy
    If I were only a little puppy, not your baby, mother dear, would
    you say "No" to me if I tried to eat from your dish?
    11 lines
  • The Hero
    Mother, let us imagine we are travelling, and passing through a
    strange and dangerous country.
    52 lines
  • Baby's Way
    If baby only wanted to, he could fly up to heaven this moment.
    It is not for nothing that he does not leave us.
    26 lines, 2 comments
  • Defamation
    Where are those tears in your eyes, my child?
    How horrid of them to be always scolding you for nothing!
    17 lines
  • Twelve O'Clock
    Mother, I do want to leave off my lessons now. I have been at my
    book all the morning.
    12 lines, 3 comments
  • Benediction
    Bless this little heart, this white soul that has won the kiss of
    heaven for our earth.
    17 lines, 2 comments
  • The Further Bank
    I long to go over there to the further bank of the river.
    Where those boats are tied to the bamboo poles in a line;
    31 lines
  • The Judge
    Say of him what you please, but I know my child's failings.
    I do not love him because he is good, but because he is my
    10 lines, 1 comment
  • The Unheeded Pageant
    Ah, who was it coloured that little frock, my child, and covered
    your sweet limbs with that little red tunic?
    29 lines
  • Clouds And Waves
    Mother, the folk who live up in the clouds call out to me-
        "We play from the time we wake till the day ends.
    26 lines, 2 comments
  • The Astronomer
    I only said, \
    18 lines, 1 comment
  • The Little Big Man
    I am small because I am a little child. I shall be big when I am
    as old as my father is.
    30 lines, 1 comment
  • Superior
    Mother, your baby is silly! She is so absurdly childish!
        She does not know the difference between the lights in the
    18 lines, 2 comments
  • Paper Boats
    Day by day I float my paper boats one by one down the running
    stream.
    16 lines, 1 comment
  • The Beginning
    "Where have I come from, where did you pick me up?" the baby asked
    its mother.
    26 lines
  • The Flower-School
    When storm-clouds rumble in the sky and June showers come down.
        The moist east wind comes marching over the heath to
    18 lines
  • Baby's World
    I wish I could take a quiet corner in the heart of my baby's very
    own world.
    13 lines, 6 comments
  • The Merchant
    Imagine, mother, that you are to stay at home and I am to travel
    into strange lands.
    22 lines, 2 comments
  • Fairyland
    If people came to know where my king's palace is, it would vanish
    into the air.
    28 lines, 1 comment
  • The Wicked Postman
    Why do you sit there on the floor so quiet and silent, tell me,
    mother dear?
    28 lines, 3 comments
  • The First Jasmines
    Ah, these jasmines, these white jasmines!
        I seem to remember the first day when I filled my hands with
    16 lines
  • The End
    It is time for me to go, mother; I am going.
        When in the paling darkness of the lonely dawn you stretch out
    23 lines
  • The Rainy Day
    Sullen clouds are gathering fast over the black fringe of the
    forest.
    24 lines
  • Sleep-Stealer
    Who stole sleep from baby's eyes? I must know.
    Clasping her pitcher to her waist mother went to fetch water
    36 lines
  • The Home
    I paced alone on the road across the field while the sunset was
    hiding its last gold like a miser.
    16 lines, 1 comment
  • Vocation
    When the gong sounds ten in the morning and I walk to school by our
    lane.
    26 lines
  • The Recall
    The night was dark when she went away, and the slept.
        The night is dark now, and I call for her, "Come back, my
    13 lines
  • Authorship
    You say that father write a lot of books, but what he writes I don't
    understand.
    28 lines, 2 comments
  • The Land Of The Exile
    Mother, the light has grown grey in the sky; I do not know what
    the time is.
    41 lines
  • The Champa Flower
    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
    16 lines, 1 comment
  • My Song
    This song of mine will wind its music around you, my child, like
    the fond arms of love.
    15 lines, 3 comments
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