THERE have been dreamers in this world. The men who carried on their backs, the dreams of thousands. Every country once had a hero. Someone a nation could turn to for hope. But where did they all go? All my life I dreamt of those ages when such men still walked the earth. Men like King, Churchill, Gandhi and Nehru whose words made ordinary men and women do extraordinary things. I began to fear that in my lifetime, I would never see such a man or woman. The thought pained me. But I began to wonder about a phrase I had once heard..'Leaders, are born out of crisis...Great leaders are born out of catastrophe.' "Was the world bidding it's time, waiting for crisis to strike for such a man to be needed?", I wondered.
To be continued....
- Since it's my first post on Blogger, I will share a dream. One left behind by a poet and a visionary:
- 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 towards 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.
