Friday 1 February 2013

Where the mind is w̶i̶t̶h̶o̶u̶t̶ fear

Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high
(As long as the mind does not make fun of me)
Where knowledge is free
(And state-approved)
Where the world has not been broken up into fragments
(Except if it benefits electoral equations)
By narrow domestic walls
(I.e.: Mohun Bagan and East Bengal)
Where words come out from the depth of truth
(All hail Didi!)
Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection
(Or the railway ministry)
Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way
(Who are these literary festival people anyway?)
Into the dreary desert sand of dead habit
(Why do they all invite Rushdie and not me?)
Where the mind is led forward by thee
(Or even Derek O'Brien?)
Into ever-widening thought and action
(A lathi to the head really opens the mind)
Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake.
(Poriborton that)