"The Flight" by Neha
The child who is decked with prince's robes and who has
jeweled chains round his neck loses all pleasure in his play;
his dress hampers him at every step.
In fear that it may be frayed, or stained with dust he keeps
himself from the world, and is afraid even to move.
Mother, it is no gain, thy bondage of finery, if it keeps one
shut off from the healthful dust of the earth, if it rob
one of the right of entrance to the great fair of
common human life.
- Geetanjali, VIII, Rabindranath Tagore