Inevitable Word
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Inevitable Word


Sound no more a hundred somber horns,
Nor the sweet lyre’s singing strings.
The bright banners from sight be hid,
Of revel songs we now have no need.

Hush the lay chatter of easy spring
And musing mood autumn doth bring.
Greet not the rich moist monsoon
That by harsh summer is soon undone.

Each new page empty like the old,
Of all mine stories that can’t be told.
Oh harsh melancholy invading breast
The lone glimmering hope to wrest.

Leave for me a soft lilting lullaby sweet
When from endurances I must perforce rest.



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