An ode to Rabindranath Tagore
Let me be humble to remember one for his wonderful redefining of life which to him stands as a pleasing weaving of joy and creativity devoid of impurities like the meanness and sectarian attempts of any kind.
Let me be humble to remember one who had a heart as vast as the sky above and who had a mind always engaged on its odyssey to light from darkness,
Let me humble to recite what was the dream of the great Indian bard:
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.
One wonder what excellent foresight this poet had when one runs through his intriguing highlights on the future of the infant Soviet Union just within a very short period after the Great Bolshevik Revolution of 1917. Yes, this had happened long before Orwell has changed to write 1984.
He dared address the unavoidable and still the Achilles heel of the socialist system which was nothing other than the considerable magnitude of mechanical approach towards mankind and life at its plinth.
And now from the ruins of the greatest hope of the unhappy world his voice arises and penetrates the human endeavors in all the spheres indomitably and with the soothing spirit of love for human beings and for life of all kinds in essence.
We feel his unfortunate absence in the world of the starving and toiling millions, in the world of fallen angels and of the fallen rulers and rulers in the form of tormentors and warriors, in the world of unacknowledged thinkers and hapless philosophers and poets and commoners.