Where the head is held down with shame!

More than half a century back, a great poet, Guru Rabindranath Tagore happened to walk on Indian soils. He had penned 'Gitanjali' in Bengali and translated it to English which fetched India its first Nobel Prize. Well no I do not intend to lecture you on history. The point is that the great poet had included a famous poem in his collection of Gitanjali. Which you can find at http://www.hudihudi.com/India/tagore1.htm.
I sometimes wonder what if Gurudev( as he was affectionately called by his pupils) was alive today. He might have wrote something like this :

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Where the mind is brimming with fear and the head is held down with shame;

Where knowledge is mean and corrupt;

Where the world has been broken up into fragments by narrow domestic walls of being a Hindu, or a Muslim, or a Christian, or a Maharashtrian or a UPite or a Bihari;

Where temples are blasted, mosques are burnt, churches are ransacked;

Where abuses come out from the depth of trauma and anger;
Where tireless striving goons stretch their arms to break someone’s skull or burn down houses of poor;
Where the clear stream of reason has lost its way into the dreary desert sand of dead habit;
Where the mind is led forward by ‘So called protectors of nation’ to ever-widening differences of class, caste, creed, language and so on so forth;
-In that fire of hell, my Father, this country is sleeping!
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