INDEX OF THE FIRST LINES

Ah, these jasmines

Ah, who was it coloured that little frock

Bless this little heart

Child, how happy you are sitting in the dust

Come and hire me

Day by day I float my paper boats

I am small because I am a little child

If baby only wanted to, he could fly

If I were only a little puppy

If people came to know where my king's palace is

I long to go over there

Imagine, mother

I only said, "When in the evening"

I paced alone

It is time for me to go, mother

I want to give you something, my child

I wish I could take a quiet corner

Mother, I do want to leave off my lessons

Mother, let us imagine we are travelling

Mother, the folk who live up in the clouds

Mother, the light has grown grey

Mother, your baby is silly

On the seashore of endless worlds

O you shaggy-headed banyan tree

Say of him what you please

Sullen clouds are gathering

Supposing I became a champa flower

The boat of the boatman Madhu

The night was dark when we went away

The sleep that flits on baby's eyes

They clamour and fight

This song of mine

When I bring you coloured toys

When storm clouds

When the gong sounds ten

Where have I come from

Who stole sleep from baby's eyes

Why are those tears in your eyes, my child

Why do you sit there on the floor

You say that father writes a lot of books

[The Home - from a drawing by Nandalall Bose]