Gist of poems on  Freedom from  Tagore's Gitanjali  

.The poet’s heart aches at slavery but is ashamed of hoping for freedom. He clings to the tinsels and  shroud of dust and death even though He is the poet’s best friend and has priceless wealth. Though the poet’s debts are large and shame heavy, he is afraid of the granting of prayer by God.     

 The poet is building the wall of ego around him and his true being is buried in its dark shadow.

The prisoner says that he is greedy and swallowed what he owed to the  lord and slept on the latter’s bed overpowered by sleep. He woke as   a  prisoner. He forged a chain with great labour to rule the world with his invincible power and at last he found himself enchained.

 Mundane love is a bondage and possessive  whereas divine love is free. The latter waits even though the poet doesn’t pray or keep Him in his heart. 

.During the day time they come and seek  a small corner and small share of grace and act meek but in the night they snatch the offerings to God with unholy greed.

 The poet wants to awaken  his country into a heaven of freedom where one finds- fearless mind, self-respect,  free knowledge, truthful words, universalism, untiring  effort  for perfection, clear and living stream of reason and expanding empires  of mind and action.

.The poet prays to lord to root out penury in his heart. He also prays for strength to have equanimity, service with love, stand upright for the poor and against the insolence of the mighty, broadmindedness, and to bring  surrender to is will.

 The poet prays to God to offer  merely on dry heart , a burst of songs  to graceless life, peace and rest to clear the dire of daily routine, the visit of a King into closed heart. The poet prays to the holy one to come with his light and thunder when mind is swayed by delusion and dust.

 The poet’s heart has remained arid without the a sign of  cloud  or cool distant shower.  He wants to face the God to remove dark despair and wants for cloud of grace ( that looks like tearful look of a mother) on the day of His  wrath.

 The poet is impressed  by   God’s wristlet studded with stars and many coloured jewels.   He is more impressed by His sword with its curve of lightening like Garuda poised in the russet coloured evening sky.  It shakes like the pure flame that burns the dross.

The poet was abegging when he saw the King of Kings  appearing in a chariot and the poet has hoped for wealth unasked and received a little grain. The poet came home and found a little grain of gold when he emptied his bag. He  wept and regretted  if only he had the heart   to give his all.