Where the mind is without fear…..

tiranga

The cool morning mist

clears;

the sun breaks

the clouds to peep

into a nation

awakening itself…..

To the sounds of “Vande Mataram”

and “Jana Gana Mana”

and “Azaadi”…..

Whilst the National Tricolour Flag

hoisted across

the subcontinent

flutters in the breeze,

proudly proclaiming:

liberty and freedom…..

there is a small nagging thought….

Gaining momentum

With each passing hour:

Is the country truly awake

In that freedom

Tagore saw in his dream

And in his poem?

 

Awaiting patiently……