And a women who held a babe against
her bosom said, Speak to us of Children.
And he said:
Your Children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for
itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not
to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
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এত অদ্ভুত সুন্দর কবিতাটা...............এত স্পষ্টভাবে একজন মানুষের আলাদা সত্বা নিয়ে কেউ কি লিখেছে..........