In sequences remote from memory's call I dreamed a sky, a living fire of bliss. Moods then suffused with altar incense spires, Come pain-etched now in ice and crystal nights. Slender blossoms on thread-like boughs Sigh softly as the loving hand draws near; And all these foreign fears of loneliness Vanish at the moment's fleeting touch. Through forested domains our feet shall find The radiant paths of light Her children know; Endless the songs, the massive rhythm beats, Endless the dawn for the soul's unerring flight.
First published in Mother India - November 1971
Poems Undated (1727)
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