Inevitable Word
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Inevitable Word

Cure

Sonnet

A grey visage of a temple seen beyond
The intemperate brood of an occult magic;
Its deity a vulturous Demon, not a God,
On a pedestal mounted of mortal death.

It has dropped a contagion into the groping night,
It is stamped of its malignant will.
Dire the consequences seem if ventured against,
Men nothing but impotent draw a blank still.

It has spread far and wide into reason’s sphere,
Its mouthpiece science calling for its doomsday imminent.
Why these despairs and deaths the human hearts wonder,
Seek under the sun a dubious cure for their bodies sundered.

The Ancients knew of it, the same poison before the nectar,
But fear not, for my Paramour churns the ocean now and is here.

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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.