Poem of The Month: Rabindranath Tagore

Welcome to the seventh poem of the month!

Earlier this month, on May 7th, Rabindranath Tagore’s 159th birth anniversary was celebrated. While I, like many other Indians, would instantly recall Tagore’s story of The Kabulliwallah, I have personally not read many of his poems. But there is one that I have read perhaps in school and still remember. It is called, “Where the Mind is Without Fear.”

The poem was written more than a 100 years ago to speak about a different context, about a new India. But such is the power of words that it still rings true today.

It is titled, “Chitto Jetha Bhoyshunno” in Bengali. Tagore himself translated it in English and the translated version was included in the Nobel winning anthology, Geetanjali.

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.

Source: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/45668/gitanjali-35

Originally written to usher in a new dawn and a way of thinking unshackled by the colonial ruler, the poem still speaks to me today.

British rule of India was not the only dark period that India has gone through. Independence brought in its own challenges. Now, in 2020, as we will celebrate 73 years of Independence, we still struggle with our shackles of narrow mindedness, religious bigotry, sexism and casteism.

We are far from free in these regards and it feels like we have taken 10 steps back into a void where we remain slaves to political spewing, refusing to think and understand on our own. Social media and Whatsapp forwards have limited our ways of thinking, manipulating us into being mere puppets. So, yes, I still dream like in the poem, a world where we regain our sense of reasoning and act upon our ever widening thoughts.

I still dream that the country will awake into a world where it does not fear expressing a different point of view or giving out constructive criticism, where knowledge is not limited or linked to only a few political pandits.

May we all overcome this inexplicable darkness that has overtaken our country today.


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