@3"Why should a song-bird like you have a broken wing?"@1 G. K. GOKHALE QUESTION THE great dawn breaks, the mournful night is past, From her deep age-long sleep she wakes at last! Sweet and long-slumbering buds of gladness ope Fresh lips to the returning winds of hope, Our eager hearts renew their radiant flight Towards the glory of renascent light, Life and our land await their destined spring ... Song-bird why dost @3thou@1 bear a broken wing? ANSWER Shall spring that wakes mine ancient land again Call to my wild and suffering heart in vain? Or Fate's blind arrows still the pulsing note Of my far-reaching, frail, unconquered throat? Or a weak bleeding pinion daunt or tire My flight to the high realms of my desire? Behold! I rise to meet the destined spring And scale the stars upon my broken wing! |