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i want to read the line by line summary of the poem "Vocation" written by Rabindranath Tagore

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Answered by siya34
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, he walks to his school and sees the hawker crying "Bangles, crystal bangles!" and he wishes he could be a hawker. At four in the afternoon, while coming back from school, he sees the gardener digging the ground and he wishes he were a gardener. When dusk falls his mother sends him to bed and he sees the watchman through the window and he wishes he could be a watchman.

The poem gives us an insight into the working of a child’s mind. Children dislike parental control on their activities. They always hunger for freedom. The freedom of a hawker and a gardener and a watchman fascinates the child narrator in this poem because they are their own masters enjoying the utmost freedom without the slightest rebuke of anybody.

However, the young boy values only freedom without authority.  He doesn’t at this point realize what education and discipline would bring to him. Foolishly, the boy does not see the hardships that each worker faces.

i) The hawker yells all day, standing in the same spot trying to sell cheap bangles. Undoubtedly his work is boring and unsatisfying.

ii)  The gardener, possibly working for someone else, spends hours doing back-breaking work.  His job is dirty and his hands are rough from using gardening tools.

iii) The watchman walks all night without sleep. The streets are shadowy, desolate, and lonely. He has got very tedious job too.

Therefore, the outlook of the boy is obviously childish. Hopefully, time and maturity will enable the boy to find his vocation through his education and commitment to a profession.  


Answered by taran0048
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When the gong sounds tenin the morning and I walk to schoolby our lane. Every day I meet thehawker crying,"Bangles, crystal bangles!" There is nothingto hurry him on, there is no road he must take, no place he must go to,no time when he must come home. I wish I were ahawker, spending my day in the road,crying, "Bangles,crystal bangles!" When at four in the afternoon I come back fromthe school, I can see through the gateof that house thegardener digging the ground. He does what he likes with his spade, he soils his clothes with dust, nobody takes him to task if he gets baked in thesun or gets wet. I wish I were agardener digging away at thegarden with nobody to stop me fromdigging. Just as it gets dark in theevening and my mothersends me to bed, I can see through my open window the watchman walking up and down. The lane is dark and lonely,and the street-lamp stands like a giant with one red eye in its head. The watchman swings his lantern and walkswith his shadow at his side, and never once goes to bed in his life. I wish I were awatchman walking the streets all night, chasing theshadows with my lantern.
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