Tagore… lovely!

This is probably one of the oldest poems composed by Tagore. One of my favourites, it’s effect on me is akin to hearing ‘Jana Gana Mana’. Cliched as it sounds, something about the composition, the tune, the rhythm… makes my heart swell and brings a lump to my throat.

‘Where the mind is without fear’

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.

— Rabindranath Tagore

Let me awake, Father… let me…