Poems of Narad

My Spiritual Home

I walked along deserted beaches
Looking for my identity
The sand displayed its emptiness
And spoke of nothing but the sea.
I asked the waves where I should go
To wash away my loneliness
But all they did was rush on me
Promising no happiness
Until I found the hidden key
That lay by Pondicherry's shore.
There I would know my destiny
And wander through the world no more.
But I was young and young the day
Once found I knew I could not stay
Among the holy and the kind,
In the first scene I left the play
To follow the concepts of my mind.
Each year when flowers go to sleep
To work in Auroville I come
Live in the Ashram's sanctity
And know my spiritual home.