Inevitable Word
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Inevitable Word

Lone Bird

Sonnet — Daily Poetry for The Master of Works #28

Did I in some age long gone undone leave
Some grave penance to Thee foresworn
That Thou must such harshness conceive
To besiege all parts of my scanty person?

A maelstrom is upon every haggard limb
And breath to iron horses is tethered,
The mind is waned to an impoverished orb
And all works to futility is condemned.

I swoon and awake by involuntary motion
Like a lone migratory bird voyaging
Through cloud-besieged skies all alone
With no sight of a reprieve appearing.

Raise me now from this dismal groove,
That Thou couldst be merciful forthwith prove.



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