Freedom

eagle-2054284_640Freedom from fear is the freedom
I claim for you my motherland!
Freedom from the burden of the ages, bending your head,
breaking your back, blinding your eyes to the beckoning
call of the future;
Freedom from the shackles of slumber wherewith
you fasten yourself in night’s stillness,
mistrusting the star that speaks of truth’s adventurous paths;
freedom from the anarchy of destiny
whole sails are weakly yielded to the blind uncertain winds,
and the helm to a hand ever rigid and cold as death.
Freedom from the insult of dwelling in a puppet’s world,
where movements are started through brainless wires,
repeated through mindless habits,
where figures wait with patience and obedience for the
master of show,
to be stirred into a mimicry of life.

Rabindranath Tagore

Dots of light

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The things I hoped to change,
The fears I strove to kill,
The words I longed to hear,
Ended in but nothingness.
The gloom is untold.
Yet I see dots of light
In darkest folds of hearts.
The dots must meet,
The hearts must rally,
And blaze away the evil.