With apologies to Rabindranath Tagore
Where the mind is maybe with a little fear but the head is held high Where there is no Blogger to corrupt the thoughts Where there is no Facebook to waste time Where there is no Twitter to inform the world that you are brushing your teeth Where there is no YouTube so that you don’t watch Justin Bieber Where there is no Google for you to check what sesquipedalian means Where you can’t get to Dropbox for the trillions of useless stuff you have stored Where there is no Picasa , you narcissist, for admiring your selfies Where there is no TV, to watch mindless soaps (or football if you prefer) Where there is no bourgeois newspapers to corrupt the mind Into that pure , unpolluted, NSA free heaven, my father, I shall awake tomorrow, and be there for a week !