An ivory tower with obstructed view In which we build our world philosophies Combining old ideas to seem like new The ego-self to pamper and to please.
Monotony in which the highest thought Subserves the bland necessities of greed Where pleasure a commodity is bought And sold to fill desire's endless need.
A few have met the Mother of us all Descended here a flame of sheer-white light, Who enters us with every sincere call And banishes from souls with God's own might
The gloomy limitations of our race, To peer beyond the future's brilliant ridge Feel the sun of truth upon our face And greet the dawn across the golden bridge.
-------------------------------- * This poem was inspired by the following words of NoliniKanta Gupta in his book " . . .man today happens to be so sophisticated, artificial, material, cerebral that a fallback seems to be necessary for him to take a new leap forward to a higher ground. The pure aesthete is a closed system, with a consciousness immured in an ivory tower; but man is something more. . ."
Poems Undated (1727)
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