6 Jul 2011
Posted by Oblivion in
Poetry
| 8:47pm
Where the mind is wanting in courage and yet the head is held high
Where knowledge is trade
Where bigots rebel to break up the world into fragments
With narrow domestic walls
Where words come out from the abyss of treason
Where tireless striving lends not its arms to others
Where the clear stream of reason has lost its way
Into the dreary desert sand of dead habit
Where the mind is led forward by greed
Into ever-stifling thought and action
Into which hell of freedom, my Father, have Thou let my country drift off
- (with apologies to Tagore)
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By Linus:
11 Jul 2011, 8:57pm [ Reply ]
well thought. on another note, the treat is due for having made it to the asian anthology.
By chandoo:
8 Jul 2011, 4:12pm [ Reply ]
independence day is near. i sense an angry piece coming from u :-)