The blue and pristine lakes polluted now, Work of the ego-self of man, his greed A tempest of desire's endless flow, His skies a dark miasma sorrowing bleed
Their acid rain and weep the tears of death. The forests fall and life-forms disappear, The seas are drowned in effluent, our breath Labours in fumes of a noxious atmosphere.
Disaster and chaos sweep the suffering earth And caught in the rapids of our errant deeds We are carried from birth to meaningless birth Playthings and puppets of wild and wanton needs.
But Two have come to set earth's destiny, Progenitors of godhead's renaissance Immortal they tread mid our mortality Bringing the joy of heaven's ambiance.
To Mother and Sri Aurobindo
Poems Undated (1727)
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