Inevitable Word
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Inevitable Word

Cycle Of Spring

Sonnet — An Invocation To The Master #355

My soul is as a songbird caged
In the confines of these framed events,
In a bodily prison is it entrapped
And sings of its wingéd dreams.

In a twilight corner is propped the stage
Of its poor part with lines all dull,
A blind-deaf audience it must engage,
Repeat the charade of a lifeless spectacle.

Yet my song through bars of sense
Must wing and find Thy feet’s altar,
I offer Thee this broken melody’s notes
Like wrinkled hands offer a haggard flower.

To Thee I have offered my seasons of song,
Spare for my soul one full cycle of spring.




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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Mahesh CR

Mahesh CR

Hi, I am Mahesh CR, Founder @tataatsu. I walk the borderlands between technology & spirituality. Follow @kalisbrood for Spirituality & Hinduism related topics

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