Tuesday, April 24, 2007

My Favourite poem of Tagore


Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high
Where knowledge is free
Where the world has not been broken up into fragments by narrow domestic walls
Where words come out from the depth of truth 
Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection


Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way
Into the dreary desert sand of dead habit
Where the mind is led forward by thee


Into ever-widening thought and action
Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake