The internal dialogue of an individual’s poems can provide insights into a society’s collective conscience.
Have I not seen secret malignance strike down the helpless under the cover of hypocritical might?
Have I not heard the silenced voice of justice weeping in solitude at night’s defiant outrages?
Rabindranath Tagore (Howrah Station, Kolkata) & Mahatma Gandhi (emerging from a third class carriage at the Train Station.
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LET MY COUNTRY AWAKE
by Rabindranath Tagore.
Today I imagine the words of countless
Languages to be suddenly fetterless—
After long incarceration
In the fortress of grammar, suddenly up in rebellion,
Maddened by the stamp-stamping
of unmitigated regimented drilling.
They have jumped the constraints of sentence
To seek free expression in a world rid of intelligence,
Snapping the chains of sense in sarcasm...
In my mind I imagine words thus shot of their meaning,
Hordes of them running amok all day,
As if in the sky there were nonsense nursery syllables booming—
Horselum, bridelum, ridelum, into the fray.