Inevitable Word
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Inevitable Word

A Relic of Mind

Poem

A new strength unlike my old waning temper,
A splendorous godhead unlike an impassioned
Brute maimed, self-despairing, locked in the mire,
A new light in my departing twilight.
All is now a song of an unheard music,
An eternal note floating through the spheres
Of my upper mind; my mind an old relic
Still strangely fostered by streams of mechanical habits.
If at all a relic, a Spirit’s mighty ash it be,
For ever self-smeared on the forehead above the divine eye.

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Inevitable Word is a pedestal for the newer forms of Poetry, Prose and literary Criticism. It is an attempt to bring into every manuscript the inevitable word and expression of the Spirit, as may be found in the Vedas, and more prominently, in the works of Sri Aurobindo.

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Murli R

Murli R

Founder@goldenlatitude. Lover of Sanskrit, Latin, Greek & the English Metre. Mostly write on Sri Aurobindo’s Yoga, whom I earnestly follow within and without.