A tribute to childhood

When I was a small child, mom used to recite this poem to me during bed time. Listening to her, I would wander in the land of imagination and finally fall asleep. Though I did not understand the poem much, the joy of getting mom close to me after a long day and the rhythm of her recitation used to create a magic in my tender mind.

This poem in that way is my favorite lullaby and my introduction to Rabindranath. So here's a tribute to those innocent childhood days - 

"Kumor parar gorur gari, Bojhai kora kolshi hari,

Gari chalay bongshi bodon, Songe je jaay bhagne Modon."

 

While drawing this, I had a confusion - this nephew lad, who is going along - is he riding on the cart or walking beside? I asked mom. Without hesitation she replied, "Of course riding on the cart - no uncle can be so cruel that he will make a little boy walk and himself ride on the cart".  

:) I wish, one day I will be matured enough to always think with this kindness and simplicity.