She never called me Narad And rarely spoke my name, Her emphasis was always 'we' Our goals so much the same
To live at Mother's feet, Endure the fiery trial And all life's demons face defeat In the radiance of Her smile.
But on her final day She ever so sweetly called Narad, when you pass this way €“ And then the life-force stalled.
Death rang his hollow chimes And as her passing came I repeated one hundred and twenty times Sri Aurobindo's name.
Poems Undated (1727)
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