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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?
    Would you drive me off, saying to me, "Get away, you naughty
little puppy?"
    Then go, mother, go! I will never come to you when you call
me, and never let you feed me any more.
    If I were only a little green parrot, and not your baby,
mother dear, would you keep me chained lest I should fly away?
    Would you shake your finger at me and say, "What an ungrateful
wretch of a bird! It is gnawing at its chain day and night?"
    The go, mother, go! I will run away into the woods; I will
never let you take me in your arms again.

Notes

(This poem is from 'The Crescent Moon' by Tagore)

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