It has become an institute of rules Where the chosen few determine right or wrong Even those sincere are considered as tools Beneath the guiding wisdom of the strong.
This is not the Auroville the Lord has dreamed The place of peace and human unity Where the pressing down of Truth once gleamed In concert to work with all in humility,
To offer self and mind to the Divine Not cowering to the will of those unkind Who alienate the upward scaling line And dominate the mass with evil Mind.
Poems Undated (1727)
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