Tagore
Family
I was walking alone on the road across the fields, and the setting sun was hiding its last gold like a miser.
The day plunged deeper into the darkness, and the lonely fields that had been harvested lay silently.
A boy's shrill singing voice suddenly rose in the sky. He passed through the invisible darkness, leaving traces of his song across the silence of dusk.
His rural home sat on the edge of the wilderness, behind sugar cane fields, hidden among banana trees, slender areca palms,
coconut trees and dark green jacquards. In the shadow of the fruit trees.
I paused for a while while walking alone under the starlight. I saw the dark earth spread out in front of me, embracing countless families with
her arms. In those families there are cradles and beds, mothers' hearts and night lights, and young lives. They are full of joy, but they have no idea of ??the value of such joy to the world.