Where the mind is free,
One can climb up on a tree,
To reach at its destiny,
Where He wants to be.
Where the mind is free,
One can swim in a sea,
To reach at the shore ,
Where He gathers its plea.
Where the mind is free,
One can fly like a bee,
To suck the nectar of a flower,
Which He like to be.
Where the mind is free,
One can think logically,
As the logic is the only passion,
Which make Him sensible to be.
Where the mind is free,
One can grow happily,
As growth and nourishment flourishes,
To answer all His queries satisfactorily.
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