Some day the doors will open
To usher me into that world.
Where I’ll see the glory of life,
The happiness, the joy unfurled.
That day may not be very far
Or may take eternity to reach.
Depends whether I take
The escape route or undergo the siege.
The ball is in my court,
As has always been.
To hold it or to throw
Towards the unseen?
I vividly remember reading this poem for the first time in my 8th standard. Ever since then I felt deeply connected, in some mysterious way, to this beautiful piece of creation from Gitanjali, a masterpiece written by Rabindranath Tagore.
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
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
Into that heaven of freedom, my
Father, let my country awake.
P.S: My “Where” series poems are inspired from this poem!