“The left revolts in bad times, the right feasts in good times, the center sails with a foot on both boats, while the republic enjoys happiness as long in safe times!” – Sudhir Panda
Father of India’s National Anthem, Nobel Tagore was anything but current varieties of branded loot-winger jerks cum bhakts who claims 24/7 as being more nationalists. His works Kabuliwala + Gitanjali were real unity without hype and art for humanity!
I’m lost in the middle of my birthday. I want my friends, their touch, with the earth’s last love. I will take life’s final offering, I will take the human’s last blessing. Today my sack is empty. I have given completely whatever I had to give. In return if I receive anything – some love, some forgiveness – then I will take it with me when I step on the boat that crosses to the festival of the wordless end.
Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.
– Verse 292, Stray Birds, 1916
Our passions and desires are unruly, but our character subdues these elements into a harmonious whole. Does something similar to this happen in the physical world? Are the elements rebellious, dynamic with individual impulse? And is there a principle in the physical world which dominates them and puts them into an orderly organization?
– Interviewed by Einstein, 14 April 1930.
So I repeat we never can have a true view of man unless we have a love for him. Civilisation must be judged and prized, not by the amount of power it has developed, but by how much it has evolved and given expression to, by its laws and institutions, the love of humanity.
— Sādhanā: The Realisation of Life, 1916.
Who are you, reader, reading my poems a hundred years hence?
I cannot send you one single flower from this wealth of the spring, one single streak of gold from yonder clouds. Open your doors and look abroad.
From your blossoming garden gather fragrant memories of the vanished flowers of an hundred years before. In the joy of your heart may you feel the living joy that sang one spring morning, sending its glad voice across an hundred years.
— The Gardener, 1915.
Source and read more at https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jana_Gana_Mana