Rabindranath Tagore

The Crescent Moon Rabindranath Tagore

ON the seashore of endless worlds children meet. The infinite sky is motionless overhead and the restless water is boisterous. On the seashore ofendless worlds the children meet with shouts and dances. They build their houses with sand, and they play with empty shells. With withered leaves theyweave their boats and smilingly float them on the vast deep. Children have their play on theseashore of worlds. They know not how to swim, they know not how to cast nets. Pearl-fishers dive for pearls, merchants sail in their ships, while children gather pebbles and scatter them again. They seek notfor hidden treasures, they know not how to cast nets. The sea surges up with laughter, and pale gleams the smile of the sea-beach. Death-dealingwaves sing meaningless ballads to the children, even like a mother while rocking her baby'scradle. The sea plays with children, and pale gleams the smile of the sea-beach. On the seashore of endless worlds children meet. Tempest roams in the pathless sky, ships arewrecked in the trackless water, death is abroad and children play. On the seashore of endlessworlds is the great meeting of children