Where the mind is always in fear and heads are hung low <br />Where law and order is as good as a free for all <br />Where the world has been broken into a million fragments <br />By narrow self serving dirty political walls <br />Where words (printed/spoken) no longer come from the depths of truth <br />Where tired, toiling masses have stopped stretching arms for justice and perfection <br />Where the murky polluted stream of crime and corruption has found its way <br />Into this once ever green beautiful land of living saints <br />Where the mind is no longer gently led by Thee <br />But dragged by Satan into the ever narrowing lane of evil and inaction <br />From this ghastly nightmare (called freedom) , my Father, shake me awake <br /> <br />(With due apologies to Gurudev Tagore)<br /><br />krishnakumar chandrasekar nair<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/where-the-mind-is-always-in-fear/
