The summary poem of the THE HERO poem of RAVINDRA NATH TAGORE
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Mother, we are thinking we are traveling, and passing through a
Weird and dangerous country.
You are riding in a palanquin and I am traveling on one of your
Red Horse.
It's the evening and the sun goes down the west of Joradighi
Our front is wan and gray lies. The land is deserted and barren.
You are frightening and thinking – "I don't know where we've come."
I tell you, "Mother, don't be scared. "
The meadow pricks with spiky grass, and it runs through
A narrow broken path.
No animals can be seen in wide area; They’ve gone
To their village stalls.
It grows dark and dull on the ground and the sky, and we can't tell where we are going.
Suddenly you call me and ask me in a whisper, "What is the light near that bank? "
Just so there's a frightening shout out, and the figures come
Running towards us.
You crouched sit in your palanquin and repeat the name of
Gods in prayer.
The bearers, shaking in fear, stow away in the prickly bramble.
I yell at you, "Don't be anxious, mother. I am here."
With long sticks in their grasp and hair all wild about their heads, they come ever closer.
I yell, " Take mind, you reprobates! One step more and you are
dead men."
They give another terrible yell and rush forward.
You clutch my hand and say, "Dear boy, for heaven's sake, keep
away from them."
I say, "Mother, just you watch me."
So I inspired my horse for a wild gallop, and my sword and
Buckle against each other.
The battle gets so frightened, mom, that it will give you
A cold shudder you can see it from your palanquin.
Many of them fly, and a great number are cut into pieces.
I know you're thinking, sitting by yourself all, that you
The boy should be dead from this time.
But I came to you to stain with all the blood, and say, "Mom,
The battle is now over.
You come out and kiss me, pressure me for your heart, and you
Say to yourself,
"I don't know what I should do if I didn't have my boy to escort. "
A thousand useless things happen day after day, and why
Can't come true by such a chance?
It would be like a story in a book.
My brother will say, "Is it possible? I always thought him
So delicate! "
The people of our village must say in all awe, "it was
Lucky that guy was with his mother? "
"Hero", a great poem written by Rabindranath Tagore, depicts a mother and her child's adventure. They are going away through outside the terrain. The kid is riding on a chestnut horse and the mother is in a palanquin. When the darkness gets in the way suddenly they are attacked by the bandits. Mother gets nervous and requesting that her child escapes. But the boy gallops his horse and fights a fear fighting. His mother stays in Palanquin, reluctant to look out, doubt that her baby may be sacrificed. Some of the bandits are killed in the battle, the rest survive. At that point, the child comes back to her mother.
The mother is excited to see her child alive. He embraces him. It is the fantasy of each child to be a hero in the eyes of the world, particularly his mother. He doesn't want the world to believe that he is frail or sensitive. He wants the world to recognize his grit and valor. He has a reliable and earnest love for his mother, demonstrated by his eagerness to save her at the cost of his own life; it is this, says the poem, that changes the boy into a real hero.
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