Where the mind is without hear and the head is held shy
When information is twisted
Where the bright bulbs have been broken up into filaments
By narrow political gains
Where words come out from the corrupt of slueths
Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards corruption
Where the clear stream of treason has not lost its way
Into the daily assorted ads of newspapers
Where the mind is dumb founded by thee
Into ever-widening gap in thoughts and action
Into that heaven of fiefdom, my Father, let my country awake.

(Inspired by R N Tagore's Geetanjali verses)