Now the monsoon finally has come Out of the east and moving across the bay Promising a respite from the drought And the blazing heat of summer's play I know the trees in Auroville are cut And mercilessly in the Matrimandir But God shall win and evil doers rout And beauty shall begin her reign again.
Poems Undated (1727)
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