Question

poet imagination twelve o clock​ by Rabindra nath tagore

Answer 1

Mother, I do want to leave off my lessons now. I have been at my 
book all the morning. 
You say it is only twelve o'clock. Suppose it isn't any later; 
can't you ever think it is afternoon when it is only twelve 
o'clock? 
I can easily imagine now that the sun has reached the edge of 
that rice-field, and the old fisher-woman is gathering herbs for 
her supper by the side of the pond. 
I can just shut my eyes and think that the shadows are growing 
darker under the madar tree, and the water in the pond looks shiny 
black. 
If twelve o'clock can come in the night, why can't the night 
come when it is twelve o'clock?