When I was a kid at school I remember writing these lines

I was quite young, and it strikes me that even that long ago, I wrote down these modified lines from Tagore after seeing things around me:

Where the mind is fully fearful and the head is held low
Where knowledge is bound in chains
Where the world has been totally broken up into fragments
By narrow domestic walls
Where words come out from the depth of falsehood
Where tired souls stretch their arms towards degeneration
Where the clear stream of reason has totally lost its way
Into the dreary desert sand of dead habit
Where the mind is led backwards by seniors
Into ever claustrophobic thought and action
Into that hell of chains, God, why does my life lead me?

It is quite sad that at such a young age, even at such a better school that others had access to, a child could think this way.

Is this what the world has come to?