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(7 May 1861 – 7 August 1941 / Calcutta (Kolkata), Bengal Presidency / British India)

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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

Submitted: Thursday, January 01, 2004
Edited: Thursday, June 30, 2011


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  • Yogiraj Biplab (3/21/2014 9:52:00 PM)

    Very wonderful thought of an imaginative world.

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  • Shantanu Mukherjee (3/14/2014 1:06:00 AM)

    Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way.... nice line

  • Anish Chouhan (1/8/2014 4:54:00 PM)

    Where words come out from the depth of truth... my best lines

  • Soumita Sarkar (12/24/2013 6:26:00 AM)

    Excellent Mr.Nair....................portrayal of a society infected by innumerable malady................GOOD!

  • Krishnakumar Chandrasekar Nair (9/22/2013 10:48:00 AM)

    Now where minds are always in fear and heads are hung low
    Where knowledge comes with capitation fees
    A world broken in a million fragments by violence
    Where words come for the depths of untruth
    Where every body is too lazy to strive for perfection
    And the muddy stream of madness is overflowing
    Into every once green terrain and clean habitat
    Where minds are now gleefully led by the devil
    Into the ever narrowing lanes of inaction
    From this nightmare, my Father, let this world awake...

    (With regards to Gurudev Tagore and sadness at the state of affairs of this world now)

  • Sarah Jones (7/12/2013 11:58:00 AM)

    Poetical outpourings of a true patriot - a noble soul indeed...

  • Hn Pande (7/11/2013 4:14:00 AM)

    with my father, the poet refers to the whole country, his people which he believes to be a power trapped in a net.
    who mention their omnipotent to be such a tree upon whom the BENEDICTION of rituals of knowledge,
    deep spirit and holy caliber is bestowed.
    oh what a great soul for composition of a paradise which mention a dream ''IF MY COUNTRY WERE TO BE FREE.
    and to state a deep sorrow of missing his free world by open eyes.

  • Vedanth Bhatnagar (7/8/2013 7:06:00 AM)

    He is referring to God, Pratik Sourabh. And, Wahab Abdul, this was of the time when India was not independent, it was written before independence, don't disgrace such a beautiful poem. Tagore, I salute you!

  • Wahab Abdul (7/6/2013 1:06:00 PM)

    knowledge is already free...and everywhere free...

  • Pratik Sourabh (10/21/2012 4:21:00 AM)

    Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake - Who is he referring to by my father? ?

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