That tinkling fearless heart....

This post was inspired from a comment given by nkr4068, on my post called "Remembering Tagore". Indeed, this poem of the Nobel laureate did influence me a lot, when I was to small to understand the ways of the world. My grandfather would recite it to me, amidst our evening talks.A girl merely four years of age, could understand nothing, but surely could feel a strange power gushing into her veins. Later on, I would connect these lines with the "concept of Utopia", and openly brush it all under the carpet. Nevertheless I can not deny my spirit and likewise many other spirits who live life by saddling on the back of Hope.

Courtesy poetictouchannel.

For those who want to read the poem:

Here are the lines for you-

Where The Mind Is Without Fear
by Rabindranath Tagore (1861-1941)

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.