"The Mediatrix" by Rabindranath Tagore

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Rain on the PondAnd one day I saw the same naked boy sitting on the ground, legs stretched on the dust.

Big Sister at the ghat sat scrubbing a pot with clay, turning and turning it.

A soft-haired kid was grazing nearby,

Gently nibbling the grass of the river-bank.

Suddenly the kid drew near, and looking at the lad’s face,

Gave a few bleats.

LambStartled, the boy trembled and burst into tears.

Big Sister left her pot, came running down.

Her brother on one side, the goat on the other,

She consoled both, giving them equal attention.

Sister to both children, animal and human,

Mediatrix, she knit them in mutual knowledge.