It seems a road towards an unknown place Half lost in a world of desultory dreams. Our footsteps quicken, hurrying their pace. Where to, we wonder, through the numbing haze Of soul's forgetfulness and mind's delays, What light in us before the darkness gleams? One longs to see Her but unsighted eyes Are powerless and the inner vision fails. We wander confused on many endless trails And in the night our aspiration pales. Is it the soul that calls to us and cries For courage as the hostile force assails Our Ashram and the devotees within, Attempts to break the sanctity and trust Rejecting faith and substituting sin And falsehood with an ogre's power-lust? Yet there are those who calmly live within And know this flagrant exhibitionist Will fail and the Supreme alone shall win; Reject the author's evil book we must.
Poems Undated (1727)
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