If poetry there be to rend The bonds of time-bound soul in me Then let it flow and cataracts Come cleansing down and swiftly free The hidden god's felicity. Let the mask be torn, dissolved By falling rain of potent grace That washes all the past's debris And clears the eyes to view a face That I in former births and lives Have grown to love and recognize As guide and mentor, treasury Of deepest truth, inspirer To a vision spirit sole can see, Earth reconciled to divinity.
First published in Mother India - March 2001
Poems Undated (1727)
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