Dear Tagore
Where the mind is without irrational fear
you had imagined a rising nation full of hopes..
you had imagined superstitious walls to tear...
The land filled with spirited humans, devoid of any mopes
Where you had imagined knowledge would shine in each one's path
The country of yours has finally awakened to your dream..
Has stood up tall against every aftermath..
Your vision, your persona burns with a steady agleam...
We breathe in, the freedom of speech and expressions..
A nation full of proud and passionate Indians
©mona
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