Inevitable Word
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Inevitable Word

Every Fallen Hour

Sonnet — An Invocation To The Master #358

The day perishes in the arms of dusk,
The valiant hours bleed on the azure
Crying to the moments that yet baulk,
‘Linger, linger till the immortal hour!’

The soil weeps for the fallen hours,
Each poignant rose its hued tear
Falling from earth to far heavens,
Crying, ‘Oh thou, brief-lived yet dear!’

The heart regards each hour’s embrace
And its pining heartbeats of seconds,
A cry grows by the many goodbyes,
‘Oh thou shalt yet live in all that lives!’

To every fallen hour is this in memoriam,
To each hour-body bridging to Thy rainbow dream.




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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