Poems of Narad

Golconde Portrait

The street dogs bark, the moon is full
And lorries belch their poisoned fumes,
The world is now a crucible
In which an unseen flower blooms.

Mystic, rising on its stem,
A lotus of divine surprise,
The supramental diadem
Of children born with sun-gaze eyes.

I live in Golconde near the sea
And walk its glowing black-stone floors,
An oasis of tranquillity
That leads to occult corridors

And trance-like caves of harmony.
The outside world intrudes not here
Though a vain and rude cacophony
Impinges on the outer ear.

In an unstained radiance of peace
With gratitude I come and go,
The soul content, the heart at ease,
While deep within the sacred rivers flow.