From Gitanjali by the Nobel Laureate  Rabindranath Tagore

 The child who is decked with prince’s robes and who has jewelled chains round his neck

 loses all pleasure in his play; his dress hampers him at every step.

 In fear that it may be frayed, or stained with dust

 he keeps himself from the world, and is afraid even to move.

 Mother, it is no gain, thy bondage of finery,

 if it keep one shut off from the healthful dust of the earth,

 if it rob one of the right of entrance to the great fair of common human life.

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