Inevitable Word
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Inevitable Word

Forthwith Restrain

Sonnet — An Invocation to The Master #219

How unfair is this game of Thine
Pitting for impossibility’s pleasure
My ragged body and sagged vein
To match Thy force’s measure?

Dost Thou not see am but a lark
Caught in the storms of Thy design,
The heart tires and sight gone dark,
Only a few flaps of wings yet remain.

Who counselled to Thee this duel
Of Thy immortality and my mortality,
Oh what pleasure in this match cruel
To humour the gods by my tragedy!

Not first this dire fascination of my soul,
Thou must forthwith restrain that impudent fool.

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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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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