And drinking the honey thereof-A poetic frenzy seizes us;That atomic thing called Mind-We shall let it roam free.Should one wonder at the bee that singsWhile imbedded in a tasty fruit?Oh, Mind! Go hence to joinThe jewel of stars.
When will our Mother’s fetters break?When will our tribulations cease?Wasn’t there another BharatReared by our noble Aryan race?Lead us, Aryan, to victory!Is’t right we remain slaves?Are famine and disease alone our share?For whom, then, are the laurels and fruits?Will you abandon us, your suppliants?Can the mother cast her child aside?Brave warrior! Aryan Lord!Thou destroyer of…
