VocationTagoreWhen the gong sounds ten in the morningand I walk to school by our lane.Every day I meet the hawker crying,"Bangles,crystal bangles!"There is nothing to hurryhim on, There is noRoad he must take, no place he must goto, no Time when he must come home.I wish I were a hawker, spending my dayin The road, crying, "Bangles, crystalbangles When at for the afternocome back from The 54I can see through the gate or thaGardener digging the ground. He does what he likeswith his spade, he soils hisslothes with pust, nobodytakes him to task, if hegetsthe sun or getswet.I wish I were a gardener digging awayat the Garden with nobody to stop mefromdigging. Just as it gets dark in the eveningand my Mother sends me to bed,I can see through my open window the watchmanwalking the street all night, chasing the shadowswith my lantern- RabindranathRedmiwust the(2Marks)A.1) Complete the following.1. The gardener soils his clothes but2.The watchman strolling alone at night chases​