Many I meet in Auroville seem lost Or busily engaged in personal things Few speak of Mother and unknowingly are tossed Upon the waves of ego and it's stings. There is a complicated bureaucracy Scattering and dividing each from each, Where now the beauty of human unity, The true pranams that seem beyond the reach Of this community to be built on peace. Will the internecine quarrels never end, Will vehemence and anger never cease Can those in power ever their way amend? This the city built for unity And one day truly following truth shall be.
Poems Undated (1727)
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