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Some teach to seize the fickle dewdrop , life , Sliding down the lotus leaf of time Stubborn hopes are built Around the gilded , brittle body - bubble . But India taught me to love ... ... ... ....
Though mortal fires raze all her homes And golden paddy fields, Yet to sleep on her ashes and dream immorality , O India , I will be there ! The guns of science and matter Have boomed on her shores Yet she is unconquered .
Her soul is free evermore ! Her soldier saints are away , To rout with realization's ray The bandits of hate, prejudice, and patriotic selfishness ; And to burn the walls of separation dark Between children of the one , one father . The western brothers by matters might Have conquered my land .