Baby's World

by Rabindranath Tagore

　　I know it has stars that talk to him, and a sky that stoops down to his face to amuse him with its silly clouds and rainbows.

　　Those who make believe to be dumb, and look as if they never could move, come creeping to his window with their stories and with trays crowded with bright toys.

　　I wish I could travel by the road that crosses baby's mind, and out beyond all bounds;

　　Where messengers run errands for no cause between the kingdoms of kings of no history;

　　Where Reason makes kites of her laws and flies them, and Truth sets Fact free from its fetters.