On Sept. 11, 2001, Thousands Of First Responders Heroically Rushed To The Scene And Saved Tens Of Thousands Of Lives. More Than 400 Of Those First Responders Did Not Make It Out Alive. In Rushing Into Those Burning Buildings, Not One Of Them Asked, 'what God Do You Pray To?' What Beliefs Do You Hold?'
If India Is To Survive, She Must Be Made Young Again. Rushing And Billowing Streams Of Energy Must Be Poured Into Her; Her Soul Must Become, As It Was In The Old Times, Like The Surges, Vast, Puissant, Calm Or Turbulent At Will, An Ocean Of Action Or Of Force.
I Think That What's Happening Today, With All The Young Poets Rushing From One College To Another, Lecturing At The Drop Of A Hat And So On, Is Not Too Good; I Think It Might Have A Bad Effect On A Great Many Of The Young Poets. They - To Quote Mark Twain - "swap Juices" A Little Too Much, So That They Are In Danger Of Losing Their Own Identity And Don't Give Themselves Time Enough In Which To Work Out What's Really Of Importance To Them - They're Too Busy.
