India, Oct. 26 -- You may command the stones to sleep, And bid the streets forget their dead; You may your gates of silence keep, And banish all who dare to tread. But who shall chain the human soul, Or bid the heart its truth conceal? The hand that seeks to crush the whole May wound the flesh, but cannot heal.

Jantar Mantar! Thy ancient stones Have watched the stars through ages roll; Have marked the sun's returning course, And measured time's unceasing toll. A king once raised thee to explore The heavens' immeasurable span; Now thou dost face a mightier power: The seat of rule, the pride of man.

Where wretched rulers frame their laws, And power sits enthroned in state, The poor stand up to question them, And challenge those who guard...