Tagore (Photo credit: nemzetikonyvtar)
This is a short poem by Tagore. The title is , ‘A companion’
One afternoon,the beautiful day in the country side,persuaded me to go for a walk.
While walking along the side of a green grassy field,
I noticed a young dark girl sitting on the grass.
She was alone,quietly braiding her hair.
Her young frisky dog, watched her,
thinking it was a game she was playing,
came right behind her to join in the game,
the woven braid swayed to and fro,the dog became increasingly excited,
first it continuously bit the braid,
English: Inverted French Braid. Deutsch: Zopf. Polski: Warkocz francuski. Svenska: Halvvägs inbakad fläta. Русский: Коса. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
the girl scolded him ,pulled the braid,
the dog jumped higher and higher and barked louder and louder,
it liked the game,the girl slapped it and scolded it.
She could not stop it.
Not knowing what to do, she picked him up and laid him on her chest.
She then stroked her pet gently and lovingly.
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