where the mind is without reason

where the mind is without reason
and the head is held scratching
here knowledge is paid for
the world has been broken into fragments
exact and separable; by domestic differences
here the words echo on the back of my head
here tireless nights end up in untouched bed
here the clear stream of reason, weighed over GPA
ends into desert dreary, sand of dead habit
here the mind is led forward by the arbitrary into ever widening
thought but no action
into that heaven of freedom, my father
let your son stay awake

personalized version of “where the mind is without fear by Rabindra nath tagore”


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