Poem - "The Little Big Man" by Rabindranath Tagore

"The Little Big Man" 
by Rabindranath Tagore


I am small because I am a little child. I shall be big when I am

as old as my father is.

My teacher will come and say, "It is late, bring your slate

and your books."

I shall tell him, " Do you not know I am as big as father? And

I must not have lessons any more."

My master will wonder and say, "He can leave his books if he

likes, for he is grown up."

I shall dress myself and walk to the fair where the crowd is

thick.

My uncle will come rushing up to me and say, "You will get

lost, my boy; let me carry you."

I shall answer, "Can't you see, uncle, I am as big as father?

I must go to the fair alone."

Uncle will say, "Yes, he can go wherever he likes, for he is

grown up."

Mother will come from her bath when I am giving money to my

nurse, for I shall know how to open the box with my key.

Mother will say, "What are you about, naughty child?"

I shall tell her, "Mother, don't you know, I am as big as

father, and I must give silver to my nurse."

Mother will say to herself, "He can give money to whom he

likes, for he is grown up."

In the holiday time in October father will come home and,

thinking that I am still a baby, will bring for me from the town

little shoes and small silken frocks.

I shall say, "Father, give them to my data, for I am as big

as you are."

Father will think and say, "He can buy his own clothes if he

likes, for he is grown up."