You say that Father writes a lot of books,
but what he writes I don't understand,
he was reading to you all evening, but
could you really make out what he meant ?
What nice stories Mother, you can tell us !
Why can't Father write like that I wonder ?
Did he never hear from his own mother
stories of giant , fairies and princesses ?
Or he has forgotten them all ?
Often when he gets late for his bath , you
have to call him a hundred times.
you wait and keep fish dishes warm , but he
keeps on writing and forgets.
Father only plays at making books.
If ever I go to play in father's room , you
come and call me ,
"What a naughty child!"
If I make the slightest noise you say ,"Don't
you see that father's busy with his books ?"
what's the fun of writing and writing ?
When I take up Father's pen or pencil and write
upon his book , just as he does ,
a-b-c-d-e-f , why do you get cross with me then ?
You never say a word when Father writes.
When my father wastes such heaps of paper ,
Mother , you don't seem to mind at all ,
but if I take only one sheet to make a boat with ,
You say ,
"Child , how troublesome you are!"
Tell me why Mother , tell me why ?
- Rabindranath Tagore