After a long time i was thinking about my school, and the first thing i remember is my favourate school prayer. I love the prayer, which is actually a poem, and know it by heart. Its from geetanjali by Rabindranath Tagore. The Man who not only wrote but also composed India's National Anthem as well as bangladesh's nathional anthem. Awarded the 1913 nobel prize in litreature and used the prize money to open shanti niketan.
The lines have always left me wondering an hopeful. Somewhere inside i believe in what they say.
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
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