Inevitable Word
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Inevitable Word


A Sonnet

Courtesy Priti Ghosh

Dawns like this, besieged by Thee,
Mind in a swirl and heart afire,
My un-armoured night, breached stealthily,
Guarding reason asleep, my desires flee.

Seems no prayer, this fervour new,
I wander everywhere, seated here within,
All colours have fled, save Thy blue,
When didst Thou visit, when did this begin?

To shed my will, by this spirit-winter,
No method nor care, I only desire Thee.
All savour is dead, if to Thee I compare,
To Thee am bound, but strangely free.

O Stranger, O Beloved, where lingerest thou,
Whether zenith or abyss, lead me there somehow!



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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