Inevitable Word
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Inevitable Word

My Mercenary Divine

Sonnet — Daily Poetry for The Master of Works #14

A mercenary Divine ambushed my soul in the wee hours,
While my spirit colluding with Him watched;
He wrapped me around in His violent embrace,
While my heart silently cheered and danced.

He took me captive to His roseate chambers
In the lull of His secret garden.
The gods watched me moan in strange distress,
While the demon-horde blinkered by His distraction.

He threw me into a pool of pricking joys,
As I was divested of my earthly mud.
As He stood laughing and boasting of His excesses,
I saw through His charade His benevolent light.

O ye mortals ever waylaid of worldly charms,
Earn Thy privilege to be ambushed by His bliss.

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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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Murli R

Murli R

Founder@goldenlatitude. Lover of Sanskrit, Latin, Greek & the English Metre. Mostly write on Sri Aurobindo’s Yoga, whom I earnestly follow within and without.