Young Bengal

Below is the poem by Hanri Vivian Darozio , from famous Young Bengal movement. It is strangze that our communist dominated history books talk about all ills of Indian society which westerners pointed out but is silent on those foreigners who made India their home and contributed significantly to shaping its young minds e.g. Henry Darozio, Savitri Devi, Annie Besant, Charles Andrews etc.


 To India - My Native Land
by-Henry Louis Vivian Derozio

My country! in thy day of glory past
A beautious halo circled round thy brow,
And worshiped as a deity thou wast.
Where is that glory, where that reverence now?
Thy eagle pinion is chained down at last.
And grovelling in the lowly dust art thou;
Thy minstrel hath no wreath to weave for thee
Save the sad story of thy misery!
Well- let me dive into the depths of time,
And bring from out the ages that have rolled
A few small fragments or those wrecks sublime,
Which human eyes may never more behold;
And let the guerdon of my labor be
My fallen country! one kind wish from thee