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“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 toward 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.”

Quote by Rabindranath Tagore

Work

Gitanjali

Gitanjali is a collection of poems that explores themes of love, nature, and spiritual longing. The work is known for its lyrical beauty and philosophical depth, reflecting the poet's deep connection to both the natural world and the divine. more

Author

Rabindranath Tagore
Rabindranath Tagore

Rabindranath Tagore, a renowned Indian poet, writer, philosopher, and social activist, was born on May 7, 1861, in Calcutta, and passed away on August 7, 1941. Tagore's works blend the influences of traditional Indian literature and Western literature, and his poetry, novels, plays, and essays have won the hearts of readers worldwide. He was the first Asian writer to win the Nobel Prize in Literature, and his works have had a profound impact on world literature. more

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