IT was the festival of spring. From the wintry shades of narrowlanes and alleys emerged a gaily clad humanity. Some walked,some rode on horses, others sat, being carried in bamboo andbullock carts. One little boy ran between his father’s legs,brimming over with life and laughter.
Come, child, come
I want that toy
gulab-jaman, rasagulla, burfi,jalebi
I want that burfi,Iwant that garland.
A garland of gulmohur, a garland ofgulmohur!
I want to go on the roundabout, please,Father, Mother
Mother, Father!
I want my mother, Iwant my father!
How did you get here, child? Whose baby are you?Will you have a ride on the horse?
I want my mother, I want my father!
Look! Can you smell those niceflowers, child! Would you like a garland to put round your neck?
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