Where knowledge is a farce

Where the world & hearts are broken upinto pieces by craters in ground & minds

Where words craft many layers of lies

Where tireless treachery stretches its arms towards deception;

Where the conning stream of treason has not lost its way into the dreary desert sand of dead patriotism

Where the minds are led astray by them into ever-widening distrust & hatred

Into that slavery of corruption, my Father has let my country sleep.

Tagore weeps.

Rabindranath Tagore’s Original Poem – 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.

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