independence

Let us, for a moment, forget it is supposed to be a poem.  Let's not even call it 'free verse'.  Let us just assume it is prose.  This piece by Tagore:

Where the heart is unafraid, head unbowed, knowledge unbound
Where the Universe has not been smashed, grounded, enclosed within the walls of a house
Where words spring from the heart
Where effort flows in a million boundless streams towards success
Where reason is not dammed by the sands of dogma
Where virility lives
Where YOU lead all effort, thought, and happiness
To jolt Bharat awake into that heaven
Strike, Father. Ruthlessly.

This, to me, is what 'independence' is.