I hadn't thought about how the last 3 lines contrast with the previous 2 in Tagore's poem :
Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way
Into the dreary desert sand of dead habit
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.
I love(?) the melding of clear stream of reason being led by "my Father".
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.
It must've been a day of great hope in 1947 for a whole lot of people in India. Hopefully there are more such days in the future of the people of this nation !!
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